#oh AND i think i now what a headache from it

[subbmissivesuccubus]

Day 6 – Gojo X Utahime X Geto

Summary : In a drunken stupor, Utahime accidentally agrees to have Gojo and Geto's baby. She wants to confess that it was a mistake but...

Disclaimer: Gojo X Utahime X Geto. Established SatoSugu. Breeding. Threesome M/M/F, Top Geto, Bottom Utahime, Switch Gojo, Anal (Gojo receiving) <3

A/n: More Kinktober from 202...uh...uh...don't worry about it.

But seriously I know i've been quite slow in uploading but i'm planning on taking tumblr a bit more seriously so look forward to atleast a liiiitle bit more frequent posting <3 thanks for being patient with me!

Utahime groaned as the morning sun hit her face, the bright light peeking through the curtains, instantly triggering a headache. She let out a loud huff, the familiar sensation of a hangover permeating through her bones. Pushing herself up in a sitting position, she simply sat on her mattress, eyes closed as she took her time to wake up. Today was her day off which was why she went out drinking with her friends to begin with. It was a fun night out with the rest of her colleagues/friends even if the nuisances Geto and Gojo were there.

 But even their presence couldn’t deter her from having a fun night out. Jugs after jugs of beer went down her throat, seemingly a good idea at the time but right now, she was dealing with the consequences. Knowing that she wasn’t going to go back to sleep, she pushed herself off the bed, reminding herself to buy Shoko a gift as she was sure the woman must have brought her back home and dressed her in her pyjamas- an oversized t-shirt and shorts.

She picked up her phone as she went to the bathroom to start getting ready, eager to have that dry taste in her mouth replaced with mint. Brushing her teeth with one hand, she scrolled through her phone with the other, letting out a sigh of relief as she noticed she didn’t text any of her ex��s while drunk. But one message in a group chat that consisted of her and the two idiots caught her attention. Geto : 9:45 : Thank you again for offering, Utahime. You don’t know how much this means to us.

Dumbass : 9:46: Seriously. You’re amazing. We’ll come to your place in the evening with some dinner, alright? Get comfortable.

She raised an eyebrow in confusion, having no idea what the men were talking about, even more baffled by Gojo’s sweet demeanor when suddenly, toothbrush fell out of her mouth and clattered on the sink. Her eyes widened as the message triggered something in her brain and Utahime remembered- she remembered the conversation with Gojo and Geto last night:

“Y’wanna know a secret?” Gojo slurred, his head lolling towards her, the man drunk out of his mind, “Me ‘an Suguru…we’re plannin on havin a baby!”

“WHAT?!”

“Shhhhhhh!” Gojo hushed, clumsily placing a finger over Utahime’s lips, comically smushing it, “It’s a secret! We haven’t told the others yet!”

“Oh!” Utahime whispered back, shrugging his finger off of her lips, “B-But how can you two have a baby? Unless you got a womb?”

“Nah, just a dumb pair of cock and balls.” Gojo said, laughing at Utahime’s laugh of disgust, “But we’re serious about this. We’ve been together for so long, we wanna have a kid.”

“Gojo, that’s…a terrible idea.” Utahime said, flicking him on the forehead, “Poor Geto will have to raise two kids on his own- one baby and one man baby- I’m scared he won’t make it.”

“Hey!” Gojo gasped, offended, “I’ll have you know- I’ll be a great dad!”

“That you will, sweetheart.” A third voice said, joining in on their conversation. Suguru slid into the booth beside his boyfriend, giving the white-haired man a kiss on his hair before placing his arm around his shoulder, “You airing our dirty laundry out to Utahime?”

“Nothin’ dirty about it!” Gojo defended, cheeks red and eyes woozy, but still filled with adoration for Geto “S’ beautiful”.  “S-So what are y’ gonna do?” Utahime asked, head swaying, “Adoption?”

“That’s an option.” Geto said, just a bit tipsy, “But we’re mostly thinking of surrogacy.”

“Oh!” Utahime said, “Sounds complicated.” “It is.” Geto said with a nod, “But we do like that for us. Would be nice to have a baby with our DNA. Our only issue is finding the right surrogate… now that’s a whole other level of complicated. The woman needs to be healthy, of sane mind and body, minimal family history of disease, should be willing to be pregnant and give birth for us, I mean- the list goes on and on.” “Hmm?” Utahime pondered, her drunk brain getting ahead of her and before she realised what she was gonna say: “Then why don’ I do it for ya?”

Both men jumped, eyes wide, Gojo practically sobering up with those few words. “Wh-What?” Geto asked, like he couldn’t believe his ears.” “I’ll do it for ya!” Utahime repeated, taking another swig of beer, “I can has your babies- no medical history- no crazy people in my family- and I always wanted big titties.” “Are- you serious?” Gojo asked, his eyes hidden behind the mask so she could only guess what expression he had on. “Yeah!” She said confidently with a nod, “I might be drunk- but Utahime always keeps her word! I’ll let you two get me pregnant- easy peasy!”

Utahime- the one in the here and now- slapped a hand over her mouth, her body running cold yet her heart hammering in her chest. What had she done? Did she really just promise them- there’s no way- but her memories- oh God- she really did it. She promised them.

Gojo and Geto were going to come to her house soon…to get her pregnant.

~~~~~

Her plan was simple. Explain to them that she was drunk beyond her mind and said things she didn’t mean. Apologise for getting their hopes up and offer any other assistance that didn’t involve her getting pregnant. She knew both of the men identified as bisexual- but she never believed they’d ever be interested in her- forget the willingness in getting her knocked up. It was making her head spin, honestly.

But her entire plan fell to pieces as the two men invited themselves into her home, their hearts full and happy grins on their faces. Geto pulled her into a bone crushing hug the second he saw her, his smile so happy and full of joy, she had to look away. Gojo actually started cooking for her, babbling away and barely letting her get a word in as he cooked them all a delicious dinner, Utahime’s favorite. They both started talking about how happy and excited they were, even having picked out baby names.

“If it’s a girl, it’s Maya.” Geto said happily. “And if it’s a boy, it’s Sabito.” Gojo completed, clapping his hands, “Doesn’t that sound adorable, Utahime?” They went on and on about how grateful they were, how they felt so exhausted and tired from searching for a surrogate, that this was perfect for them as Utahime was a friend and she could be a part of their baby’s life, how long they have waited for a moment like this and further crushing Utahime with guilt.

She gulped, feeling sweat drip down her brow. She couldn’t do it. She couldn’t bring herself to do it. She couldn’t crush their hopes- not when they were so clearly happy and excited for this next step in their relationship. She shouldn’t have opened her fat mouth but now the damage was done. Sure, she did have one or two fantasies about the two and sure, maybe she touched herself that one time she heard them having sex in the classroom but-

“Hime?” Geto asked, making her jump as she felt his hand on her lower back, gently rubbing it up and down. Bellies full and eyes eager, the two of them looked at her with excitement and passion behind their eyes, making her feel dizzy. “If you’re ready…would you like to take this to the bedroom?” he asked. “If you’re sure about this, of course.” Gojo said, “You can opt out at any time.” Utahime gulped, the part where Geto was touching her feeling like it was on fire. She couldn’t remember the last time she got laid and besides, she was on birth control so they probably wouldn’t get her pregnant…so…why not enjoy herself?

Fuck it.

“Let’s go.” She said, sounding far more confident than she felt, throwing caution to the wind, “Let’s make a baby.”.

~~~~~

“Cumming! Cu-Cumming-“ the black haired woman cried out, tossing her head back against the pillow as Gojo’s tongue continued to do sinful things to her pussy. Her body shook as she climaxed, her legs shaking and eyes rolling to the back of her head as she rode his tongue, the man ready to be used for her pleasure. “W-Why are you so g-good at this?” she babbled as she enjoyed her orgasm, little cries and whimpers leaving her lips as he licked at her clit, giving it a toe curling suck.

“Why, thank you~” Gojo said, his ego stroked as he curled his fingers inside her just right, making her gasp and arch her back, pussy gushing against his tongue even more as he milked her orgasm, “Glad to know I’m still good with the lady- ah! Fuck- Sugu- ah!”

Utahime couldn’t deny the way her body heated up on hearing Gojo moan, his lover behind him, gently stuffing his fingers into Gojo’s ass. All three of them were naked, the excitement of making a baby removing any sexual awkwardness or tension. They wanted to breed her and were so eager, Utahime barely had time to be embarrassed. Two hands on her body, two pairs of lips on her skin, two hard and eager cocks that demanded to empty inside her- she was living the dream.

“Don’t want your ego to be too big now, do we love?” Geto asked, snickering as he started moving his lubed-up fingers in and out with practiced ease, gently stretching the white haired man out, “Now go back to cleaning her pussy up.”

Utahime mewled at Geto’s words, her noises quickly intensifying once Gojo did as he said, perhaps the only time she’d seen him be obedient. He opened his mouth as he looked up at her, having discarded his blindfold and his bright blue eyes took her breath away. He grinned up as her, giving her a wink before he went back to making out with her pussy, slobbering over her lewdly. He shook his head from side to side, his tongue running all over her cunt and drinking her up like a man dying of thirst, his tongue hot and wet against her sensitive pussy.

She jumped when Gojo suddenly let out a loud moan, his breath hot against her cunt as she watched him twitch, his hips wiggling against Geto’s hand. Licking his lips, Geto continued his movements, easily finding Gojo’s prostate and teasing the man, gently grazing against that special spot. He wanted Gojo hard and needy, ready to bust and breed like a rabid dog and he knew he was close to doing it. Gojo’s cock hung between his legs, rock hard and tip leaking with precum, his balls twitching every time Geto grazed against that button inside him. Geto was hard too, his cock rearing to go, incredibly turned on by the sight of his partner eating out Utahime.

They both had a crush on the woman, Utahime being dense as bricks but that was one of the reasons they liked her. She was strong, independent and beautiful- they couldn’t find a better surrogate for their child if they tried. Her body was stunning, with beautiful breasts they took time to suck and nibble at, hickeys and bite marks already littering her fair skin. And her pussy was beautiful- so pretty and pink, their cocks got hard the second they saw it.

“Mmph- fuck it-“ Gojo growled before pushing himself up, ignoring Utahime’s whine of protest, “I have to get inside you, now. And Suguru-“

“I know, my greedy boy.” Geto teased, gently pulling his fingers out of his lover, “You ready, Hime?”

“Y-Yeah.” She responded, gulping as Gojo towered over her, spreading her legs wider so he could slide himself between them. Her eyes widened as she took in Gojo’s hard cock, throbbing and eager next to her pussy. Seeing him over her, his expression so full of lust and desire- it made her head spin and her cunt twitch with excitement. He grabbed her legs and silently instructed her to wrap them around his waist, both of them moaning simultaneously as his cock touched her cunt, enjoying the sensation.

“S-So you’re b-breeding me first?” Utahime asked, already knowing the answer but deciding to ask anyway. “Sure am.” Gojo said, “we flipped a coin.”

“But don’t worry.” Geto chimed in, lathering his member with a generous amount of lube, “I’ll be sure to fill you up twice as much after.”. His eyes trailed in on the beautiful sight in front of him. Gojo’s puckered asshole, his heavy balls and throbbing cock, leading down to Utahime’s beautiful cunt. He was living the bisexual dream.

“I’m putting it in.” Gojo said, tugging at his cock a few times before he pressed it against Utahime’s hole, letting out a sweet groan as he pushed in, her pussy so wet it barely put up a resistance. The woman gasped, mouth wide and open as he entered her, his dick starting to stretch apart her wet hole. Inch after inch of his deliciously long cock (Gojo’s dick was longer while Geto’s was thicker) thrust inside her, taking her breath away as she felt like the air was being punched out of her lungs.

But if she thought her moans were bad…

“Oh- oh fuck!” Gojo cried out, barely having bottomed out inside of Utahime before Geto grabbed generous handfuls of his ass, spread them apart before he started pushing inside Gojo. His asshole stretched out before with his fingers did very little to make Gojo less tight, Suguru gritting his teeth so hard he could hear them in his skull. Gojo’s ass was a thing of wonder, his tight little hole swallowing Geto’s fat cock greedily, lube dripping down as he pushed and stretched, letting out little groans himself.

He thrust the last inch inside harshly, making Gojo jump as he was stuffed to the brim with cock- his own dick plunged inside his close friend. His mind was a jumbled mess, his body receiving pleasure from all directions and he couldn’t take it. A tight pussy around his cock and a fat dick in his ass- what more could he want?

Other than to get Utahime pregnant, of course.

“S-Shit fuck- Suguru- I can’t-“ Gojo moaned, showing a side of him to Utahime she’d never seen before, “Fuck- I can’t fuck her if you keep- mmph-“

“Sure you can.” Geto said, smirking as he slid his hands to Gojo’s hips, pressing his cock as deep inside the man as he could, “just move those hips baby~”

“Y-You asshole!”

“You love it~”

Deciding to give him some help, Suguru started pulling out, his cock dragging against Gojo’s hot, wet walls before he thrust in all at once. Both Gojo and Utahime screamed, the movement causing Gojo’s cock to push even deeper inside her. Geto picked up the pace, starting to thrust back and forth inside his boyfriend, red dusting his cheeks as he heard the melodic sounds of his two bottoms enjoying the pleasure. His movements got Gojo to move as well, his balls starting to gently slap against Utahime as her pussy swallowed him greedily, the man feeling dizzy from all the pleasure.

“Keep up, Satoru.” Geto said, hips slapping against Gojo’s again and again, which in turn, made Gojo fuck Utahime even better, “and you better cum quickly. I want a taste of that pussy too~”

[luneandbarbecue]

Thanks for the tag! @foreststarflaime

Lune lore crumbs

I've been thinking of becoming Jewish for a while. There's just so much lore, intellectualism and magic to it that it makes me want to be a part of that. Here's a known jewish joke hehe:

Two Rabbis argued late into the night about the existence of God, and, using strong arguments from the scriptures, ended up indisputably disproving His existence. The next day, one Rabbi was surprised to see the other walking into the Shul for morning services.

"I thought we had agreed there was no God," he said.

"Yes, what does that have to do with it?" replied the other.

I have never broken a bone (as far as I know). Sprained an ankle, yes, but no bone.

Wanted to be a veterinarian when I was little, but I decided to take art more seriously at grade 4.

Had a BIG origami phase during primary school to the point I was kinda known for it.

Played trumpet during secondary school in school band. I miss it, wanna pick it up again one day.

I can get very sweaty... I'm sensitive to hot weather to the point of throbbing headaches. Bruh, the heat is NOT for me.

Pumpkin described me having capybara vibes here. Oh man, not irl. In fact, I can get very anxious and paranoid. Some days I find myself doing my best to handle whatever it throws at me.

Was pretty sickly as a child back when I lived in the Philippines. I would get quite frequently admitted to the hospital. But that all disappeared once I moved to Australia.

Used to speak some chinese back in preschool as it was chinese-filipino. It's all lost now *cries*

I've taken singing lessons and intend to continue it once I have my pressing matter done.

I can do amateur book-binding

I am allergic to peanuts.

no pressure

@fridgefanatic @autumngracy

Personal fun facts tagging challenge

Because I want to know fun facts and get to know my mutuals

-I was licked by a giraffe as a toddler

-I was in The Lion King Jr musical in middle school as a Zebra

-My favorite snack is dried pickled plum seeds

-I rode home in the trunk of a strangers car at my equivalent to senior prom

-I try to attend either an oddities expo or a comic/anime meeting once a year

I tag: @icnclsm @clovers-void @bookmothic-dyke

[mjso-soupp]

Boys with a sahm! S/O

below are Shuu, Reiji, Subaru!

Shuu

-Wow. someone to take care of him (lol jk)

-Like most of the boys, he would not admit how much he loves coming home to his wife and getting to love her.

-If she was a traditional woman he would probably make her fulfill ‘traditional women duties’ (i think we know what this means. lol.)

-Loves cuddling with his wife at night in their shared cotton sheets.

-Wife prepares him steak? Be prepared to not walk tmrw.

-Speaking of, the children, he would be iffy.

-knowing how horny this man is, he probably would get his wife pregnant.

-Adores his pregnant wife though. Once she’s bedridden and too tired to function, he’s in bed with her laying all day with her and not complaining.

-Having a wife gives him some comfort and eventually he would want to step up and change for the better for his family.

Reiji

-Oh he’s ecstatic. I mean have you met this man?

-Finally fulfilled his dream of being a husband and having a wife that takes over the household duties.

-But yet sits down with his wife and folds clothes with her on his off days.

-Even writes downs recipes for her on days he’s really craving something. (she may have mastered carbonara).

-He takes this opportunity to spoil his wife. Valentine’s day? Anniversary’s? BIRTHDAYS? He’s taking her to restaurants and romantic dates.

-The whole BDSM may get taken down a notch, it’s his wife for gods sake! Not his play bride.

-He would rub his pregnant wife’s feet, back, spoon her a million different concoctions of medicine for morning sickness, heartburn, headaches, PICA cravings, etc.

-Just because you’re his wife doesn’t mean you’re totally off the hook from punishments.

Subaru

-Entirely new to him. How did he make it this far?

-Coming home to her, does he say ‘i missed you?’ ‘Honey i’m home?’ that’s entirely new to him.

-Yet he feels a sort of fondness, scared he’ll ruin this and tries his best.

-He’s used to having his clothes constantly in his dresser restocked by maids having practiced for ages, yet his wife’s simple folds make him happier.

-He never liked cooking, or eating. He couldn’t really taste but yet will always try his wife’s food just for her happiness. He enjoys it too don’t get me wrong.

-He’d rather decorate the bedroom rather than go to an overpriced restaurant, too many people and not safe.

-Still has trouble being gentle in the bedroom. He doesn’t understand sometimes she doesn’t want to be thrown around the room for hours after tending to the house all day.

-Pregnancy would scare him more than it would his wife. He’s not ready to be a father!

-Hearing his son’s heartbeat from her stomach made him impatient in the long run and more ready to be a father.

-He would be so gentle (as far as gentle Subaru gets) with them. It’s his family, he has to protect them now!

~all done!

[bluejaysandblackbats]

Keepsafes

Fandom: Batman, DC Comics

Summary: AU where Martha and Thomas survive, and they adopt the batkids.

Chapters: 43/?

Characters: Bruce Wayne, Thomas Wayne, Martha Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Harvey Dent, Dick Grayson, Cassandra Cain, David Cain, Talia al Ghul, Damian Wayne, Jason Todd, Tim Drake

Relationships: Thomas Wayne/Martha Wayne/Alfred Pennyworth, BruHarvey, BruTalia

Additional Tags: Canon Divergent AU, Hurt/Comfort, Bruce Wayne is Not Batman, Angst, Alfred Pennyworth Knows All, Bruce Wayne Only Has One Child, Bruce Wayne is Not An Only Child, Bi Bruce Wayne

Chapter Forty-Three: Unspoken

With Bruce gone on his sailing trip, Dick at summer camp, the house carried a strange echo to it. The first two weeks without them took a toll on Thomas, but he tried his best to conceal his anxiety. Martha threw herself into the plans for her gala at the end of the summer and took over Cassandra’s speech therapy completely. And Alfred carried on during the day as if everything was normal. Thomas found a little piece of his childhood, though, when he took Cassandra to her first ballet lesson. He sat off to the side and watched as each of the girls shed off their outer layer of sweatpants and sweatshirts, cramming them in their duffel bags. He was glad he heeded the instructor’s warning about the studio being cold because he nearly went without a sweater because of the summer heat outside. “Dr. Wayne, it’s fancy meeting you here. Is she your daughter?” a woman asked. Thomas pushed his glasses up and corrected his posture.

“Oh, yes… Sorry, I’m a little bit nervous. It’s her first class,” Thomas replied. Cassandra looked around before turning to Thomas, and he waved at her. She waved back and turned to their instructor. “Don’t worry. She’ll be fine. My daughter’s been taking lessons since she could walk. This instructor is so sweet,” she whispered, “I’m Tawny.”

“Nice to meet you, Tawny. You can call me Thomas or Tom,” Thomas replied, “It was difficult finding a class where I could sit in. She had a few setbacks in speech, so I just want to make sure her needs are met in class.” 

“Oh… She’s in speech classes. Is it some sort of stutter or—?”

“She doesn’t speak. Not yet. It’s um—. It’s complicated, but she’s so eager about everything she does. I’m so proud of her,” Thomas whispered. 

**

As the class progressed, Tawny watched in amazement as Cassandra replicated the instructor’s advanced movements. “Her older brother’s in gymnastics,” Thomas tried to explain, but Tawny almost seemed disgusted with him as if he’d lied to humiliate her. Thomas turned away from her and watched the instructor close out the class, and Cassandra returned to him. He picked her up and tapped her nose before sending her to get her dance bag. She brought it to him, and he held her sweats out as she grabbed her sweatshirt and put it on over her leotard. 

She made eye contact with him and grabbed his face. “I think you were fantastic, sweetpea. You worked so hard today,” Thomas commended her before kissing her forehead. She put her sweatpants on before taking her water bottle out of her bag. Thomas stood up and offered to take her bag, but she held her water bottle up to his face. After taking a sip, Thomas took the bottle and held her hand. “Would you do this again?” 

Cassandra nodded enthusiastically. “Okay. Okay. Your next class is Wednesday afternoon,” Thomas replied, “Now let’s go home… Daddy’s getting a little headache.” 

**

Thomas sat in his office with Cassandra as he watched the news. Cassandra sat with her back turned to the TV while she worked on her spelling. “Try spelling your big brothers’ names,” Thomas whispered. Cassandra looked up at him and nodded. 

Meanwhile, something interrupted the regularly scheduled news, diverting Thomas’ attention back to the screen. He’d been fighting what felt like a migraine all day, but suddenly he felt ill beyond words. There wasn’t any time to make it to the bathroom, so he dropped to the ground and grabbed the wastebasket. 

Cassandra stood up and looked at Thomas. She’d seen sickness before, but Thomas didn’t move like himself. Something was off. She hadn’t seen his face, but she ran off, frantically searching for an adult. She grabbed Alfred’s arm in the living room and dragged him to Thomas’ office. “Miss Cassandra!” Alfred chastised her for her impatience. 

Cassandra pointed toward Thomas’ desk with tears streaming down her face. She kept pointing and pointing, but Alfred wasn’t looking at her or the desk. She wondered why he wasn’t looking, but he shouted for Martha. He shouted her name over and over, and Cassandra kept tugging his sleeve. Desperation set in, and Cassandra pinched him. He flinched and shook his head at her. “Absolutely not, Miss Cassandra. It might not be Master Bruce’s—.”

She was in tears, hyperventilating as she shoved Alfred and returned to Thomas’ side. Thomas made a noise in an attempt to speak. He tried to write, but his right arm wouldn’t work. Cassandra banged on the desk, making noise until Martha and Alfred came to calm her. Martha noticed the vomit in the wastebasket, and she heard Thomas’ voice struggling for words. “Thomas!” Martha shouted. She called 9-1-1, and Cassandra held his left hand, keeping him calm while they waited for an ambulance. 

**

Harvey’s jaw tightened while a client’s boyfriend talked over her. “All due respect, I’m talking to her. I’m not speaking to you,” Harvey stated. 

“Listen, you—.”

“No. You listen or you can leave. I’m speaking to Miss Aiello because she’s on trial. She must speak for herself. You will not be allowed to speak on her behalf. She’s got a lot on the line here, and I don’t think you’re helping her case by speaking over her and guiding her testimony,” Harvey interrupted. He opened his notebook and looked at Miss Aiello. 

Her boyfriend slammed his hand on the desk and left the room, while Miss Aiello sat with her head bowed and shoulders raised. Harvey took a deep breath and placed his hands down on the desk. “Miss Aiello? I have to ask because it’s going to help your case. Why are you lying about where you were? I can make a hell of an argument for you either way, but we have got to trust each other. I’m not going to hurt you. I’m not going to fuck you over. I don’t trust that your boyfriend has your best interests in mind and quite frankly I think he’s a pimp. But back to my question, Miss Aiello… Why are you lying to me?” Harvey whispered. He had a migraine. He’d been having migraines a lot lately, but he attributed it to his current position. 

It was on the opposite side of the law in his mind, and his first big case was this woman, who was doing everything to hinder her own case despite being innocent. Harvey knew she was innocent, but she was so afraid of her boyfriend that she couldn’t focus on anything but keeping him calm. Her life was on the line, but she couldn’t tell him the truth, and he wanted to know why.

She pushed her bangs back as she started to cry. “I wasn’t with Jimmy,” Miss Aiello whispered. 

“Who were you with?” Harvey asked. Miss Aiello sobbed. “I know it’s scary, but he can’t hurt you more than the system will. Please give me what I need to fight for you properly because we both know you didn’t murder anyone.” 

“I didn’t come home the night it happened. I didn’t come home because I was with this guy I’d been seeing behind Donnie’s back. I’m not—. I’m not—.”

“It doesn’t matter. You have to walk me through that night,” Harvey interrupted, “I’m not judging you. I just want the facts.” 

Miss Aiello gasped for air through her sobs until he grabbed her hand to comfort her. Someone knocked, and Harvey sighed. “Hold that thought,” Harvey whispered before opening his door a crack. “Honey, it’s not time for dinner yet—.” 

“You have to come with me,” Gilda whispered with tears in her eyes. 

Harvey stepped outside and shut the door behind himself. “My client is facing an accessory to murder charge, snookums. I can’t just walk away in the middle of the day,” Harvey whispered. Gilda opened her mouth to say something, but she looked into his eyes and nodded. 

“Can I wait outside?” Gilda asked. 

Harvey bit his lip as he smiled at her. “I appreciate seeing your pretty little face right now,” Harvey whispered as he lifted her chin. “Don’t be upset. I promise you… Twenty-five minutes. You can set your watch by me.” Harvey kissed her, and she closed her eyes, holding back tears as she kissed him back. 

“Okay,” Gilda whispered. 

Harvey disappeared into his office and sat across from his client a while longer. “Is that your girlfriend?” Miss Aiello asked. 

“Fiancée,” Harvey replied, “Miss Aiello… That night. What happened that night?” 

**

Harvey jumped in Gilda’s car, swearing and shaking. “Gilda, is Thomas okay? I just spoke to him this morning. Jesus Christ,” Harvey panicked. 

“I don’t know. Mrs. Wayne called me an hour ago, asking if I was with you. I said you were at work, so she made me promise not to worry you. I—. I asked her what was going on, and she said—. She said Mr. Wayne wasn’t feeling well, so they took him to the ER. They told me it wasn’t serious, but I—. Oh, God, Harvey. I’m so sorry,” Gilda apologized. 

“It’s not your fault. It isn’t. Thank you. I wouldn’t have been able to do my job if you hadn’t held out on telling me. I’m gonna call Martha and see if she’ll tell me what’s going on,” Harvey whispered once he caught his breath. 

He called Martha on his cell and rolled the window down. “Harvey, it’s going to be alright. They broke up the clot, but he’s got to stay in the hospital for a few more days,” Martha whispered. 

“A clot? Martha, what’s going on?” Harvey asked. 

“You haven’t watched TV at all today… Have you?” Martha questioned in reply.

“No. I—. I’ve been at work since six this morning. Are you gonna try to get in contact with Bruce?” Harvey questioned. She didn’t answer.

[frillydolle]

More hurt/comfort w Arthur plsss I love ur page❤️❤️❤️

lowhonor arthur morgan x crybaby female reader

꒰ 𝝑𓏲 ꒱ mean arthur , ur a sensitive girl , hurt at the start and comfort at the end

he's been gone for weeks. which, of course, isn't a surprise, but he's not usually gone for this long. he had you worried, nervous, anxious.. you weren't sure what to think, really. he wasn't the type to reassure or comfort you at all bit you didn't mind too much, he was a man of action, the kind of action that no one should see, the action turns people's heads... the act of hurting, killing, and thieving. yet, you love him all the same.

no one else has seen him either, and that's what had you worried most. how could no one have seen or heard from him? he was one of the most well-known outlaws! well, he was very sharp and quick thinking. now, you're just sitting on your cot, wriring in that journal of yours, to get all your feemings down. soon, you look up, and you pay attention to the sounds of hooves returning to camp. a smile formed on your face.

“arthur! you're back—” your smile dropped as he gave you a small hum while he walked past you, making his way to his own wagon. did he ignore you?... no, he's just like that. it's nothing. or that's what you often told yourself. he sits on his cot and begins to take his boots off and you sat beside him. you knew what he was like and so you had to be careful.

“you've been out for days..” “yeah, i know, honey. came back with a headache, too.”

he seemed... off and you weren't sure why. you thought back for a moment, did you upset him? annoy him? say something wrong? you weren't sure or you couldn't remember but you just wanted everything to be okay again. you didn't want him to treat you like this since he would always tell you if he'd stay out long but this time, he told you nothing.

“... why didn't you tell me, arthur? you always ha—” “didn't think it was a problem.”

oh. he didn't think it was a problem. well, he never really did, but only he's never spoken to you like this. so.. blunt and monotone as he takes off his boots. you weren't really sure how to even continue the conversation, although you're determined. you were his girlfriend, he often made sure that everyone knew it, too. he was acting a little rude, but you didn't want to confront, knowing that he'd bite like a coyote if he was provoked even slightly.

“where were—”

“shut yer goddamn mouth, darlin'. makin' my headache worse with all yer yappin'.”

oh.

okay.

your face dropped even more, and your lips form a small pout while your eyes fill with tears. he's never really spoke to you like that either. you didn't know what to think. yes, he'd be mean to you, but he's just teasing. he always did that with you. an annoyed sigh left his lips as he leans back up, turning to look at you.

he's prepared to be a little more mean, to think of something more to his standards and yet, he doesn't. his gaze softens just slightly as he notices you play with your hair — an subconscious of yours, sometimes a comforting thing. only then, he realised he upset you. badly.

being upset and sitting beside him on his cot, you moved away with a small being created between the two of you. how could be so mean? you're his girlfriend! he's meant to love you, protect you, help you— then, you feel a large hand rest on the back of your head before he'd guiding you to rest against his chest. this was his way of apologising.. without saying it. he never apologises. to you nor anyone else. that's the moments the tears started streaming down your face:(

“i didn't mean to, dollface..”

“you can be so mean, arthur morgan.. so mean...”

[tan1shere]

all im thinking about being sick with madison as your girlfriend and her taking so so much care like i just know shes a caring person when you’re sick!! so maybe something like that and like her singing you to sleep to soothe the headache🥲 i need her to take care of me so bad im gonna cry

(this is a request i just never know how to word them lols)

Flowers

Madison Beer x female reader !

A/n: this has been in my drafts for a bit but I do hope you enjoy ! - sorry if it's short !

Warnings: none just fluff !

Tags: @eilishslut @jadasmp4

Masterlist

Everything was cold, but it shouldn't of been you were under the blankets. You tossed for a little bit to try and warm up but it wasn't working. Your girlfriend, Madison. Turns over to look at you. "Morning babe." You let out a breath, causing her brows to furrow. "Baby?" You then turn to face her. "Are you cold?" You then ask. Her head shakes. "It's quite warm actually." Her eyes scan your face. Then her eyes widen. "You're sweating!?" Her hand makes contact with your forehead.

"You're burning up- I think you're coming down with something." You groan, feeling absolutely dreadful. Your body soon starts to ache. "I think you're right-" You stuff yourself further under the blankets. "Oh baby, let me get you something love." She says instantly getting up. "Nooo, come back." She was already out the door, still hearing your plea. "I won't be long!" She sprints down the stairs, heading into the laundry to grab a dry cloth, wetting it with some cold water. She comes back upstairs about to put it on your forehead. "That's so cold." You gasp.

Moving it slightly. "But your body temperature isn't bub." She makes more effort in helping, moving the sheets away from your body. You groan lightly at the cool air. "Let me go get you some water, you need to stsy hydrated." You just nod, letting her go off and do such things. It was so lovely that she wanted to do everything she can to help. Especially without knowing if it's a simple cold, flu, a bug. Maybe you had eaten something you shouldn't? You couldn't even explain what was going on, you hardly go around others, staying at home most of the time.

Maybe Madison brought home something while she was out? But that wasn't really possible unless she was sick first, but she wasn't. She soon comes back with a fresh cloth and some water. Ice, cold. By that time you actually started to feel the heat. Affecting you more so now. She places it over your forehead and you sigh contently. "Feeling that heat?" You nod. "I'm so sorry love, I hate the fact you're going through this." You give her a smile. "It's ok, not much we can do." She then smiles. "Oh but there's soooo much I can do for you!"

Your eyes turn truly loving, thankful to have someone like her. "You feeling hungry angel?" You think for a moment. Suddenly craving something random. "Oou you know that Cafe down the road, could I have one of their sandwiches." Her face lights up with joy. "Yes ofcourse!" She says, grabbing her keys. "Thanks baby." She goes closer to you about to kiss you but you pull back. "Oh please I'm sleeping with you I'm getting sick anyway. A kiss wont matter." You laugh slightly, she was right. So you lean forward and kiss her.

Little later, or maybe half an hour you grow a bit worried. The Cafe wasn't too far from the house, but just as you're thinking this. You hear the front door open. Relieved she's ok. You hear her feet sprint up the stairs. "Ohhh babyyy." She comes in with a brown bag in one hand and flowers in the other. "I come bearing surprises." You smile wide. "Mads." You sit up, moving the cloth to the night stand. "Here, have a smell. I'll go get a vase." She heads back down to do so. Leaving you with them and the food. You were so incredibly lucky.

[your-pal-dei]

they need to bring dc mains power back now

[jamiebluewind]

Ya know, someone DID actually steal the calcium out of my bones! That person was me. My body was just like what if we just... stopped absorbing vitamin D for a very long time and told no one?

Anyway that's how you get a hole in your skull and having surgery where they spackle that bitch over with bone cement.

[nyxypoo]

someone took my night owlness from me

[zoekrystall]

Zero idea if it'll help or fade into the background but I downloaded stuff to track things and smacked widgets onto my homescreen to not forget. Initially searched for pain ones (where I downloaded two just for good measure ig) but saw that one is customizable for like anything you want and no purchase stuff for me bc included in that one pass and said sure fuck it. I think at the min I need to track pain bc by my memory do I go mental thinking if it just feels frequent n all or if it actually is and mind goes blank when at the doc (will just be fun translating to ger OTL I learn sm to describe stuff in eng but then it lacks in first language). Alas for whatever reason lil me never thought abt actually writing these things down (prob bc every adult anyways dismissed them to the point of not being sure if the pain was actually there so what was the point. but now. now I'm the adult in my life who calls the shots for their own life even if anxiety makes it hard).

[enterstellars]

and with that i do believe that my run with interstellar in imax has come to an end.

[scarlettcryptid]

hardcore projecting my avoidancy onto dabi in this soulmate au thing i started in november

[kashverse]

imagine the horror on sukunas face when his daughter starts saying the slangs he uses 😭

it was bound to happen. sukuna’s vocabulary was always going to come back to bite him in the ass. you just didn’t think it would be your sweet, precious angel who would be the one to scream—

"FUCK!"

—in the unusually quiet sukuna household.

you froze. sukuna froze. the houseplants probably froze. there was a pin-drop silence as you slowly turned to look at your sweet baby girl, standing in the middle of the living room with her tiny fists clenched, an identical scowl to her father’s on her face.

"…baby," you said carefully, "what did you just say?"

"FUCK!" she repeated, as if testing out the weight of the word, her face scrunching in concentration. you gasped. 

"sukuna."

"why the fuck are you looking at me?" sukuna hissed, then immediately winced. "shit—fuck—damn it!"

"papa said a bad word!" babykuna pointed, looking gleeful.

"you just said it first!" sukuna yelled, looking personally betrayed. you rubbed your temples, already feeling a headache coming on. “where did you even learn that word?” 

your baby girl blinked at you. "from papa."

you turned your head so slowly towards your husband that you swore you heard your neck crack.

"of course she did."

sukuna was silent.

"baby," you knelt down in front of your daughter, taking her tiny hands in yours. "we don’t say that word, okay?"

her little face fell, eyes glistening with tears as she realized you weren’t pleased. "did i…" she sniffled, voice wobbling, "did i dis’point mama?"

oh. oh no. you felt actual heartbreak rip through your chest as you scooped her up, hugging her tight. "no, no, no, baby, you could never disappoint me—"

but before you could fully reassure her, she burst into tears, wailing, "i don’t wanna make mama sad—!"

"shit," sukuna muttered, running a hand down his face. "now look what you did."

"what i did?!" you shot back, eyes blazing. "you're the reason she knows that word in the first place!"

"it's a normal word!" sukuna argued, throwing his arms up. "people say it everyday!"

"SHE'S FIVE!"

as you continued to yell, sukuna slowly retreating into the corner of the room, crouching down, his arms wrapped around his knees. he was silent. too silent. you paused mid-rant, suddenly aware of the existential crisis happening behind you.

"…sukuna?"

he didn’t respond. just stared into the abyss, eyes vacant. "i failed as a parent," he muttered to himself, voice hollow. "my baby girl… my princess… she swore before she even learned to spell properly. i—i’ve corrupted her—"

you blinked. "sukuna, what the hell—"

"don't cuss in front of her!" he snapped, looking devastated.

"ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS RIGHT NOW?!"

"mama said a bad word!" babykuna gasped.

"oh my god." you wanted to scream.

[listen-to-the-inner-walrus]

@teapunks did your mum ever threaten to put mustard on your fingernails to stop you biting them? because by my count 6 different adults directly threatened me with that or mentioned it in a "in my day, they would do this so youre lucky i havent done that to you".

the direct threats came from my dad, my paternal nan and my maternal great aunt while the guilt-trip-that-always-felt-like-a-threat-to-me came from my paternal aunt, the other classes' year 4 teacher and an english teacher who wasnt even my english teacher, for anyone curious.

you could reblog for a bigger sample size or not who do i look like the freakin queen of england

[kindacreepy-kindaugly]

am I. actually the one sabotaging his progress.

[kamitv]

▷ First Time?

Synopsis . When you get paired with the campus asshole, Sukuna, for a project, the last thing you expect to learn about him is that he’s a damn virgin. Nor did you expect to be the one to change that. / Pairing . virgin!Sukuna x fem!reader / Content . afab!reader, oral sex (m!receiving), premature ejac, non-curse college au, dirty talk, pet names, degrading, porn w plot, teasing, taunting, filth, etc. / wc . 6k

A/N: ty to the nonnie on my main who asked if I’d ever write virgin!jjk men :3 [MDNI]

Who would’ve thought?

Of all people, Sukuna, a virgin? It just didn’t make sense.

He was this stand-offish asshole who most people respected out of pure fear. He didn’t exactly do parties and yet you could always find him at one. He’d always have some chick on his arm or even in his lap so, in what world would anyone with a brain assume he’s actually never been inside a woman before?

And to make his lack of game all the more unbelievable, he’s even rumored to have a big dick— it’s like some overly well-known campus fact about the guy.

So, again, what reason would anyone have to think the guy was a virgin?

Certainly not you, of course. And you don’t expect to be the only person to find out such information either.

The way you find out is probably even more bizarre than the fact itself. You and him had little to no reason to ever interact with each other. You weren’t some shy nerd who holed herself up in her room all day or anything but you weren’t much of the party type other.

You were stuck somewhere in the middle of all that, vicariously living through some of your friends who had better things going for them.

As such, there was no real reason for you and Sukuna to cross paths. He never even had a reason to acknowledge your existence until the two of you are paired up together for a project in the one class you happen to take together.

——

The background noise is the chatter of your fellow classmates and their own project partners, you find your partner grumbling out a low, “What?” In response to your last statement, having hardly heard a thing you said.

“I said,” You huff, sitting beside the man in question as today marks week two of you being paired up with him for this semester’s project, “We should be meeting up outside of class too. We could get his knocked out in like a day if you just-“

“Oh that,” Sukuna cuts off casually. Seated all slouched back in his seat, his legs sprawled out in that signature manspread of his— he rolls his eyes at your little reminder, “You said somethin’ about that last week.”

You speak through slightly gritted teeth, fighting the headache he’s about to give you from this conversation alone, “All the more reason for you to take it into consideration. The faster we get this done, the less we have to deal with each other.”

As you say that, you glance at him only to find his eyes directly on yours already. He’s got such lazy posture, his head tilted slightly whilst he gazes at you so intently, and his big muscular arms folded across his chest. Even wearing a black hoodie and gray sweats, he still looks as attractive as ever— mean low-lidded crimson eyes locked on yours, tattooed face so beautifully defined, and rosy lips pulled into such an uninterested little frown.

Up until your words hit his ears properly, “The less we have to deal with each other, huh?” Sukuna repeats, narrowing his eyes even further at you, “You barely even know me ‘nd yet you want nothing to do with me already.”

“I know enough about you, Sukuna,” You say with a sigh, “And you hardly contribute to this project as is. Which only proves that everything they say about you is probably true.”

He arches a brow, his interest piquing, “And what exactly do people say about me?”

You let off a light scoff, “Don’t act like you don’t know.”

“But I don’t know,” Sukuna tells you honestly, maroon eyes boring into yours.

You stare for a moment as you try to decipher whether or not he’s being honest right now. How does he not know what people say about him? Everyone talks about his brooding personality very openly.

“They say you’re an ass,” You eventually say to the man.

To which his lips twitch into a slight smirk, “And you believe that?”

“Seeing as I’ve asked you to, at the very least, type your name on this document and you haven’t even done that yet,” You scoff, “Yes.”

The two of you mildly glare at one another for a moment before Sukuna leans up in his seat. Breaking eye contact for just a moment to look at his laptop, he swiftly moves to open up that shared document of yours and types his name out with a heavy sigh.

After which, he’s slouching back again and looking at you, “Don’t believe everything people tell you, woman.”

You roll your eyes at him, “What? Are you not fond of rumors? That still doesn’t negate the fact that you’re an assho-“

“When do you want to meet up?” Sukuna grumbles out almost reluctantly, watching the way you pause and swallow thickly as he catches you off-guard.

He’s almost even intrigued by how quickly you bounce back, despite being caught by surprise, “Friday. Are you free?”

“Unfortunately,” He grumps.

You give him a little shrug, “Good. I’ll see you then.”

And that was it. That was how each and every interaction with you and Sukuna went. Bickering back and forth about him not doing shit to help you with something that’ll affect your grade majorly, criticizing you about being too focused and needing to relax every now and then, and even calling you a stuck-up little brat one time— it was safe to say, you and Sukuna didn’t get along too well.

Not that you minded anyway. He wasn’t your first partner to care little about their grade so, you knew how to deal with these kinds of people by now. Typically, you indulge yourself in their craving to ‘relax’ just once and then they promise to start helping. You’ve gone down that path before and it’s worked for you then so you assume things will go the same way with Sukuna.

Plus, you guess you can give him a slight pass for his asshole attitude, at least he has a pretty face to look at. Dark ink always decorating his awfully smooth skin, deep dark yet beautiful ruby-shaded eyes boring into whatever it is his focus on, and broad shoulders looming over your smaller figure every time he stands in front of you— you can't help but feel both attracted and intimidated by the man.

——

Which is exactly why when you open your apartment door for the scheduled meetup that Friday to crane your head up at him, you’re swallowing thickly to settle your nerves. You’ve never been alone with the man so of course you’re a bit nervous.

Especially with the way he gazes down at you like that’s exactly where you belong: beneath him. His eyes are filled to the brim with intensity and yet he’s only just set them on you. Wearing a noticeable black compression shirt and those signature gray sweets of his, he almost appears as though he’d just come from the gym.

And just as you take in his appearance, he very openly takes in yours— his eyes raking over your body and taking in every single inch of you. After all, just as it was your first time alone with him, it was his first time seeing you dress so comfortably. He doesn’t even try to hide the way he stares at your tits peeking out from the rather thin spaghetti-strap top you were wearing, his eyes soon trailing down slowly to those tauntingly short shorts you had on.

“So,” Sukuna swipes his tongue over his lips and cocks his head to the side, hands stuffed in his pockets and eyes yet to lift from your legs, “Are you gonna stare at me all day or are you gonna let me in?”

You blink out of whatever little daze you were in, having found yourself gazing at his chest far longer than you meant to. It was right in front of your face after all, how could you look anywhere else? And his shirt was so damn tight, the fabric hugging his well-toned body perfectly, so much so that you swore you could make out piercings on his-

Sukuna leans forward suddenly, his face nearing yours to gain your full attention, “If you keep staring at me like that, I’m gonna assume you invited me over for something else-“

“Sorry,” You chirp out as you clear your throat and awkwardly step back a bit to let him in, “You can come in.”

Nodding, Sukuna slips by you and you shut your apartment door behind him. Then, you’re quick to lead him over to your living room where you’d previously been working on your project.

The two of you are hasty to take a seat on your couch, both of you only a few inches apart from one another whilst you lean toward your coffee table and log into your already open laptop. Sukuna’s eyes are all over you as always, studying your side profile, your intent focus on the screen in front of you, and even the way you-

“Did you even bring anything?” You suddenly ask before you glance at the man.

Sukuna quickly meets your gaze, ripping his eyes off of wherever they’d been previously, “Was I supposed to?”

“Sukuna,” You sigh out, “Please tell me you’re joking right now.”

He swallows at the mere sound of his name rolling off your tongue in that scolding tone of yours— he’s heard such a tone from you time and time again and yet, for whatever reason, it never seems to annoy him. 

���I’m not.” He says plainly.

“How are we supposed to work on this if you-,” You cut yourself off and decide not to even attempt arguing with him. Arguing won’t change the fact that he showed up with nothing. “Just uhm,” You glance elsewhere for a second before an idea comes to mind and you place your laptop down and stand up, “Stay here.”

Sukuna doesn’t say anything. He merely watches as you huff and walk off, swiftly exiting the living room and disappearing down a nearby hall. He swears he finds himself looking at you a bit more than intended. Especially as you walked off, his eyes dropping to your ass and those damn shorts of yours.

Even when you’re out of his sight, he still finds himself staring in the direction of which you went, almost unable to look away for whatever strange reason.

That lasts for a few minutes until he snaps out of it and leans back against the couch, tossing his head back and letting out a long sigh. You soon return to find him with an arm stretched along the back of the couch, his legs spread as usual, and his eyes up on the ceiling.

He doesn’t even notice you’ve returned until he feels something placed in his lap. Looking down, Sukuna finds your laptop kindly set on top of him. To which his brows furrowed in confusion and he looked at you to see you sitting on the floor in between the couch and the coffee table with a paper and pencil in front of you.

“What’s this?” Sukuna scoffs.

You don’t even spare him a glance as you begin writing something down, “How we’ll get things done.” He opens his mouth to say something but then you’re looking back at him with a glare, “I already organized the parts of this project that you have to do so, since it’s on my computer, you can work on that and I’ll work with what I remember.”

You wholeheartedly expected him to find something about this to disagree with you on but, to your surprise, he simply nods and redirects his focus to your laptop immediately.

And then, the two of you work exactly like that for the remainder of that little study session.

——

Sukuna’s not terrible to work with when it’s just you and him. If anything, he’s rather cooperative and a lot smarter than he leads on. 

Which is why a solid two hours of productivity flies by surprisingly smoothly with him. If you asked him a question, he answered. Told him to do something, he’d say something snarky, and then do whatever it is you’ve instructed anyway.

It all went so perfectly up until he let out a really heavy sigh, “Alright, I’ve had enough for this.” Sukuna says casually.

He’s been repeating a similar phrase every thirty minutes or so but he usually gets right back to work after getting ignored by you. This time though, you get the feeling he’s serious when he pushes your laptop off of his lap and places it forward on the coffee table.

It’s then that you frown, “Oh c’mon, we were getting so much done,” You comment as you glance back to him.

He shrugs, “I can’t keep looking at that damn screen, it’s giving me a headache.”

“Of course it is,” You utter sarcastically, rolling your eyes whilst you place your pencil down and throw your arms up to stretch, “Fine then, we can take a break.”

Sukuna’s brows lift in surprise. He didn’t expect you to listen to him, “Good.” He hums, “I was getting bored as well.”

You scoff, “Were you?”

“Yeah, can we do something else?” He asks.

Turning around, you rotate the way you’re sitting so that you’re facing him and your back is resting against your coffee table. “Like what?” You muse, meeting his low-lidded gaze.

“Talk,” Sukuna says.

That’s it? He wanted a break to talk to you? Your eyes are narrowing at him before you even realize, “Talk?” You repeat with a scoff, “Seriously?”

He nods, “Mhm.”

“What do you wanna talk about, Sukuna?” As you ask him that, you watch the way his eyes casually slide down to your lips.

Does he mean to be this indiscreet with his looks? Or is he eyeing you down like that on purpose?

The man shrugs, “Anything outside of fuckin’ school.”

You laugh at that, “Okay, I can work with that.”

He tilts his head at you and licks his lips, “Yeah?” Something about your little laugh threw him off. 

“Mhm,” You hum as you look down at your hand, fiddling with your nails a bit, “The rumors… are they true?”

Thrown off yet again, Sukuna’s brows pinch together. “Rumors?” He echoes in a genuinely confused tone, “What rumors, woman?”

The sound of your scoff makes him stiffen in his seat. Almost in an instant, the atmosphere had changed suddenly. “C’mon, don’t play dumb,” You tease, lifting your gaze to him again, “The rumors about you.”

He gives you a perplexed look and it’s almost as though you could see the gears in his head turning. “If you know something, say it.” He demands.

You sigh, “Sukuna, do you seriously hear nothing people say about you?”

Sukuna shrugs, “I don’t care enough to remember. So what is it? What rumor?”

You’re just curious. You swear that’s all it was. And, naturally, since he seemed to have warmed up to you— of course you wanted to know if that rumor about his dick was true. You’re both adults and it’s just a silly question. Plus, with the way he’s been looking at you all afternoon, you’re sure he won’t mind answering you with a simple yes or no.

Glancing to the side, your shoulders lift a bit, “It’s uh, rather intimate.” You hush out.

Sukuna narrows his eyes at you, “Intimate?? An intimate rumor about me?”

His emphasis on himself makes your eyes flick back over to him. “Yeah, are you sure you don’t know what they say about you??” You ask again.

“Positive. Now speak, what is it they say?” Sukuna huffs impatiently, even more curious about this little rumor after the mention of it being intimate. After all, he’s never-

“People say you have a big dick,” You utter way too casually.

So nonchalantly that it makes him choke, a choke you don’t mess with the way he clears his throat and sits up a little. “What?” He rasps out.

You bat those stupidly false innocent eyes at him, “I didn’t stutter,” Your tone dips into something different and he catches every bit of it, “People say you have a big dick, is it true?”

Sukuna clears his throat and for the first time, he glances away from you. Then, he opens and closes his mouth, contemplating his next words carefully before they soon fall from his lips, “You wanna find out?”

His offer spurs a shift in your seat from you as you scoot closer to him ever so slightly, “You wanna show me?” You ask boldly, your tone direct, and not even a flicker of hesitation present.

“Do I want to-,” Sukuna pauses, his eyes scanning the entirety of your seated frame as you inch closer to him, “What?” He huffs, swallowing thickly.

You move to stand on your knees and lean forward to the couch, soon propping your chin up on your palm as you look at him, “Show me,” You chuckle, “I asked if you wanted to show me, Sukuna.”

He blinks, “Show you my cock?”

You shrug, “Yeah.”

The air is so thick right now, Sukuna’s not sure how exactly he can play this off without making a fool of himself. He gulps yet again, only to watch as your eyes start to drop down along his body.

“Stop,” He rushes out, “Keep your eyes up here. On mine,” He commands in a low tone, earning your gaze once more.

And then it’s quiet for a moment. He’s staring at you and you’re obediently keeping your eyes up on his. Sukuna hates it but he doesn’t know what to say or do from here. The last thing he wanted was for you to find out his little secret. 

It’s like he was waiting for a fucking pin to drop, something to break the silence. Yet, his mind was going blank and words were failing him at the moment. He’s flirted with women before, plenty of times actually, effortlessly even— but for whatever reason, as you sit there with those stupidly pretty eyes staring at him, his mind simply flakes on him.

He’s like that for a minute longer until you move. So subtly too, sliding a hand to his thigh, leaning forward slightly, batting your lashes at him, “Sukuna?” You whisper.

His hips are rolling upward slightly at the sound of his name alone. “W-What?” He stammers, mentally cursing himself a thousand times over.

“If you don’t wanna show me you can jus’ say no,” You hum, smiling a bit, “Y’know that, right?”

He scoffs, “Of course I know that, woman.”

“If you know that then…” Your fingers lightly squeeze his thigh and you tilt your head, “Are you gonna tell me or show me whether or not those rumors are true?”

Something simply clicks inside Sukuna’s head. Rose-tinted lips cracking into a smirk, the man spreads his legs further and slouches back into the couch, “Find out for yourself since you’re so curious.”

Your eyes go wide, “What?”

Sukuna scoffs lightly, moving one of his arms from the back of the couch and placing his hand over his crotch. Of course, your gaze sinks down to his veiny hand, watching as he palms a stupidly large bulge in his sweats.

Your breath hitches a bit, “I-I-“

You don’t even get the chance to get it out before he’s cutting you off, “C’mere,” Sukuna hums in that low voice of his.

“What?” You whisper.

You and him make eye contact again and he nods his chin toward the space in between his legs. Nothing can really explain why you follow his gesture and quickly find yourself sitting in between his legs, taking a deep breath as you settle your hands on his thighs.

Sliding your touch up and up and up until your fingers graze his hand. The same hand that was resting on top of that aching bulge of his.

Sukuna slowly lifts his hand up and away, relaxing his arm on the back of the couch again as he stares down at you. Cocking his head to the side, “Well? Feel it.” He huffs.

You don’t even hesitate. Trailing your fingers upward carefully until you feel the outline of his cock beneath your fingertips, gulping as you drag your hand up to cup his length in your hand firmly, and smirking at the way his cock twitches furiously beneath your small touch.

Sukuna’s mouth falls open for a second but you’re too engrossed in feeling him to notice. He lets out a shuddered breath as he watches the way you grope his steadily growing erection. His head even tosses back and his fingers dig into the couch for a moment.

“It is big,” You whisper to yourself, your words only making him twitch more within your hand.

“Fuck,” Sukuna grits out lowly, hips unconsciously lifting to press himself further against you.

His curse earns your attention. You quickly glance up to him and see the way he’s got his head tossed back, Adam's apple bobbing with every heavy gulp he takes, and his chest rising and falling rather quickly.

You lift your hand carefully and decide to test something out. Slowly, you lean forward and just barely press your lips against his clothed cock.

Sukuna’s whole body reacts. He gasps louder than he means to and he’s weaving his fingers through your hair faster than he realizes, palming your scalp as he quickly looks down at you. “T-The fuck are you doing? Huh?” He huffs while gripping onto your hair.

You lift your head a bit but he keeps you in place, despite his question to you. “I just…” You’re not exactly sure you can explain yourself.

And by this point, Sukuna doesn’t think he cares enough to hear an excuse from you, “…You what? You wanna see it?”

All you can do is give him a little nod before he moves his free hand to the drawstring of his sweatpants. Then you're quick to help him tug them down until his boxers are revealed to you— a noticeable dampness in the fabric right where his leaking tip is. Was that because of you?

Before you can dawn on your own questions, Sukuna’s moving to tug his cock out. And fuck is he even bigger revealed before your eyes. With an upward curve, such an angry flushed tip, precum dripping from the slit of his fat cockhead, veins decorating his shaft and-

Shit, you were drooling. How’d you get like this again?? Ah, who cares?

“Sukuna,” You breathe out, ripping your eyes away from his cock just to look up at him.

He was almost panting, dark maroon eyes pouring down into yours, face flushed with different shades of red and pink, his lips parted softly— hell, he looked like he was in heat or something.

Gulping before he answers you, Sukuna clears his throat and his voice is already husky, “What?”

You shift against the floor, your hands relaxing against his large thighs, “Can I-“

“Yeah,” He cuts off. Lord knows if you got that question out he was going to lose his damn mind.

You raise a brow and lean forward, keeping your eyes on his while your lips near his tip, “Yeah?”

The last thing you get from him is a nod before you’re parting your lips. And from that moment forward, it all goes downhill. Everything from the way you’re sitting in between his legs to that initial connection of your plush lips against his drooling cock had Sukuna’s mind spinning.

He’s never been sucked off before. Hell, the farthest he’s gone as far as sexual activities are concerned is a little bit of dry humping. But this? Oh hell, this was his first time and he had zero idea how he was going to keep that information away from you.

Especially when he feels your tongue slip from between your lips and swirl around the head of his cock, kittenly lapping up that slim layer of precum sitting so prettily on his tip. 

“Oh f-fuuck,” Sukuna groans huskily, the hand on your head gripping tighter.

You pull away from him slightly just to take in his expression and the way he tosses his head back. It was almost cute to you. The last thing you expected was for him to be so damn sensitive, you hardly did anything.

His sensitivity only worsens as you finally start wrapping your lips around his cock, feeling him throb when you sink your mouth down on him. Sukuna’s jaw goes slack and his brows twist up. He tries his best to hold it in but he can’t help but moan at the way you leisurely suck on half of his lengthy cock.

Your saliva wets up the rest of his shaft and you make up for what your mouth hasn’t reached yet with your hand, stroking him lightly whilst you take the rest of his girth in and out of your mouth. Rolling your tongue around him, pulling off just to messily spit and kiss on his blushing tip, and slobbering all over him— Sukuna almost fucking kicked something with how good your mouth felt around him.

He’s used his hand and other shit before but holy fuck, nothing, and he means nothing compares to that damn mouth of yours. The way you look with his cock stuffed right in between those lips he’s been staring at for God knows how long— your lips all slick with spit, eyes rolling back the deeper you take him, and tongue sticking out every time you pull your mouth off of him.

You soon slip your mouth off of him and start jerking him off, focusing your tongue on his tip and slithering the wet muscle in between the slit of his cock, lathering your tongue up with his glistening precum. 

The sound of Sukuna groaning makes you look up at him, finding his eyes on yours again. He’s panting, trying his best to look like this wasn’t phasing him but failing in every way with how flushed his face was. 

Your tongue sticks out and your hand continues to slide up and down his cock as you tap his tip on your tongue, making his brows twist up. 

He bites back a throaty sound, “Hah… damn brat,” Sukuna huffs out as if to… degrade you? 

You almost find it cute how clearly inexperienced he is, spitting a fat wad of spit onto his pretty wet tip and then smiling at him, “Sukuna,” You coo, your hand gripping his shaft tighter, “Is this your first time?”

He instantly looks off to the side, the veins in his neck and along his jawline tensing as he grits his teeth. Since he decides to ignore your little question, you take it a step further and slide your hand down his cock, gripping his thick base firmly before taking him into your heavenly warm mouth again.

His expression breaks completely, “Oh shit,” Sukuna moans, his hips bucking up into your mouth as you slide him deeper into your mouth than you did before.

Then his hand is pushing your head down further on instinct and he’s subtly rutting his hips up. You lift your head up despite his constant pushing, soon causing your head to bob up and down whilst you suck him off skillfully.

“Jus’ like that,” Sukuna suddenly groans and you moan around his cock in reaction. To which he keeps giving your mouth mindless little thrusts, “Don’t s-, agh, stop.”

Sucking him deeper and deeper before you move your hand completely, you suck in a deep breath of air through your nose, open up the very back of your throat, and sink all the way down, your lips meeting his pelvis as your eyes roll to the back of your head.

Sukuna kicks something. Probably your coffee table with the way one of his legs extends out so suddenly, a choked-out groan ripped from his throat as your little move was all it took for him to cum. And it’s so much too, hot thick ropes of cum spurting down your throat, his hand holding onto your head for dear life whilst a moan of your name rolls off his tongue.

You’re still sucking too, pulling up only to swallow what he’s gifted you and then stick your tongue out. Laying it flat against his tip, you leisurely lick at him as if to beg for more and now the man’s pushing your head away for the first time.

When you lift your eyes up to him again, you notice he’s got his tattooed arm over his mouth and his lashes are batting softly at you. For such a big man, he was so ridiculously cute right now. Panting, sweating, cursing under his breath as if you couldn’t hear him.

“Yeah,” Sukuna utters suddenly, clearing his throat, “That was… my first… time. I uh-“

“Do you want more?” Is the last thing you asked him before you were sitting back on your heels and he was stumbling to his feet.

You had to guide him through it of course but, Sukuna doesn’t hesitate to stuff your face full of his cock again. You take him so kindly too, obediently sitting there with your hands gripping his thighs for support with every careful thrust of his hips.

He was trying to be gentle with you at first. Partially because he didn’t know what the hell he was doing, and also because he just loved the initial entry into your mouth. Over and over, Sukuna slid his dick in and out of your mouth like he was possessed, addicted to the feeling of you greedily sucking on him.

He was still sensitive from his first orgasm but his cock had yet to go down— twitching inside that sloppy mouth of yours, aching against your tongue, and dripping into the depths of your throat. Sukuna wasn’t much of a talker but he damn sure let out a plethora of grunts and groans.

They were so husk too, coming from deep within his chest, some getting caught in his throat when he felt your tongue flick against a specific vein on the underside of his cock. His fat tip knocked into the back of your throat with a single heavy thrust before his hands were latching onto the sides of your head.

Again, he’s not much of a talker but, something seems to come over him all at once because soon he’s got his gaze locked down on the messy sight of you and he’s huffing out words before he realizes. “Eyes up here, c’mon, hah… look at me,” Sukuna grunts.

Your eyes are completely glossed over as they flutter up to him. A moan vibrates against his skin as you make such intimate eye contact with the man, feeling his hips pick up.

Sukuna nods, “Good girl,” He praises in a low purr, and fuck does that do wonders for you because your legs are squeezing together more than they were before and you’re whining against him. “Fuck, y’like that?” He huffs, earning a sloppy lil’ nod from you.

He then feels you hum, “M-Mhm.” And he’s got chills slipping up his spine in pleasure.

Cracking a lazy, lopsided, and almost fucked-out little smirk, Sukuna scoffs, “Yeah? Fuck, behind all those g-glares ‘nd-, agh, scolding me… this is all you wanted, hm? A throat full of cock?”

His words had you whining again, fluttering your lashes at him as your fingertips dug into his thighs a little. Sukuna eases his hips back slowly, tipping his head to the side as he gently caresses the side of your face with his thumb.

“Messy girl,” He hums deeply, biting his lower lip at the way you’re just drooling for more and more as he pulls himself out of your mouth completely. “Jus’ look at this face,” Sukuna chuckles, “Y’look like a slut cryin’ like that— it’s cute.”

Blinking, you hadn’t even realized you had a tear or two sliding down your face. Your mouth remains open for a second before he moves to rub his tip against your plump lips, smearing your spit and his cum all over the damn place with a little grin on his face.

“‘Kuna…” You whisper, earning a quirk of his brow, “I can’t believe you’re a virg-“

“Don’t finish that sentence,” He grunts, moving a thumb to your chin to widen how open your mouth is for him, “Jus’… keep sittin’ there lookin’ pretty f’me,” Sukuna says.

You roll your eyes at him and all he can do is smile, pushing his hips forward again and easing his cock in between your lips. He slides in slowly until you can feel him pressing right against the back of your throat. To which he keeps himself there for a second, testing that gag reflex of yours and watching your eyes water.

Moving his hand back to the top of your head, he buries his fingers in your hair, “So fuckin’ sexy like this,” Sukuna compliments, feeling you moan in response, “M’gonna cum again, stay j-just like that,” He breathes out heavily, his eyes rolling to the back of his skull before he’s throwing his head back.

And as if to coax his orgasm out, you carefully move a hand to cup his balls, sucking on his cock as best as you can and earning an accidental sound from his throat. The second your palm is felt against him, the moment he feels your tongue slicking against him, Sukuna whines.

Then his thighs are tensing and he’s groaning loudly as if to cover up the sound that just left his lips, filling your throat with his seed and then tugging your mouth off of him with a quick pull of your head. You’re quick to swallow for yet a second time, letting out a needed cough after the fact while he stumbles back just a bit, his calves hitting the couch.

“Vixen,” Sukuna growls.

You clear your throat and send a smile his way, “Not my fault you cum easy.”

Sukuna’s slow to sit back down on the couch to catch his breath, “Tell anyone about this ‘nd I’ll-“

“Oh,” You suddenly purr, cutting him off as you lift yourself up from the ground. He watches with slightly widened eyes as you move to straddle him, “Don’t tell me you thought we were done?”

He’s at a loss for words all over again, his confidence suddenly getting caught in his throat and flying out the window. Your hands slip to his broad shoulders and you lean forward a little.

Sukuna’s hands shakily find their way to your waist as he stares up at you, “You want more?”

You smirk, tilting your head at the dumbfounded male, “Don’t you?” You ask in a sultry little whisper, making his sensitive cock twitch once more. “At the very least…” Your lips slowly near his and he’s losing his breath, “Taste yourself, Sukuna.”

And then your lips are on his and he’s taking your tongue into his mouth. His grip on your waist tightens before he pulls you flush against him, feeling your crotch press right against his cock that’s steadily twitching back to life.

The two of you share a heated and messy kiss, your hips carefully swaying against him to encourage his returning arousal. You can’t really use curiosity as an excuse anymore, can you?

Well, you can. And you do with the way your hands slide down to his chest, your fingers slipping over his nipples to find exactly what you’d been curious about. You flick your fingers over his piercing there and Sukuna lets out a low hiss, prying his lips from yours and sending you a glare.

Not only did that little move of yours make his cock spring up completely but, you also notice the frown on his face.

Smiling at him, “Sukuna…”

“Don’t.” He huffs.

“You have nipple piercings?” You end up asking anyway in a happy little tone.

He grits his teeth slightly, “…Obviously.”

Chuckling, you press a soft peck against his lips and whisper, “Can I see them?”

“No.” He replies.

Part two.