#or were they just neutral to eachother

[orthwormus]

i like to think that jaiden and doied were co-workers at the some point in the federation

[lazylittledragon]

so uhhhhhhhh. not to be cryptic and bitchy on main but congratulations to everyone in my messages for like 5 months on being right i guess

[lulu-draws-stuff]

hope im not too late 4 the requests stuffff, id love 2 see steven universe characters in ur style :)

Is this anything ? (my really old ocs)

[bisexualcell]

I wanna play 4D chess with how people figure out the gender of leonardo's partner. not because it adds anything to the main plot (though it does) but because doing twists and turns like this will keep me from making the main mainplot too drastic because that energy will be elsewhere

[whatsverstappeningnow]

how f1 drivers react

when they notice you haven't been eating enough (requested)

drivers mentioned: MV33, LN4, OP81, AA23, CS55, CL16, LH44, GR63

-> tw: obviously references to ED behaviours and not eating, reader discretion is advised if this is a trigger for you!

max verstappen

You thought you were being careful. Smiling while he cooked. Saying you were full from lunch and moving the food around your plate just enough to make it seem like you’d eaten more than you had. You knew it was wrong, you should say something, but couldn't find the words.

You thought you were getting away with it.

Then one night, after a particularly long, stressful day, while the two of are getting ready for bed, Max quietly hands you one of his redbull hoodies. It feels like a peace offering. He's silent for a moment, like he too is struggling to the the right words.

“You’ve lost weight.”

You freeze with your arms halfway in the sleeves, eyes wide and aimed at the ground. “What?”

His tone is neutral, forcibly so, but his eyes aren’t. They’re serious. Studying your reaction.

“I can feel it when I hug you,” he says, blunt and truthful. “You’re smaller. You're tired all the time. You barely touched dinner. Not the for the first time, either”

You try to deflect. “I’m fine. It’s just stress...work’s been a lot—”

“I’m not judging,” he interrupts softly, hands on his hips. “But don’t lie to me. Not about this, schatje.”

You stare at the floor, guilt swirling and pooling in your stomach. His hands find your waist, thumbs brushing over your hips as if to emphasize what he already noticed. He leans in just enough that his forehead touches yours, leaning against eachother softly.

“I know you think it’s not a big deal. But it is to me,” he murmurs. “I don’t care if it’s small meals, snacks, whatever... but you need somehting. I need to know you’re okay.”

Then, after a long pause, “Please don’t shut me out. Your hurting the woman I care about, I can't let you do that.”

He doesn’t push after that. Just holds you tighter that night. Makes breakfast the next morning and doesn’t say a word when you take the plate. Just smiles a little when you pick up the fork.

lando norris

You’re lying on your stomach across your bed, scrolling through your phone aimlessly, when Lando flops down beside you with a sigh. You laugh at his sudden, unexpected appearance, but it dies out when he you don't hear him join in.

“I’m gonna say something, and you’re not allowed to get weird about it.”

You glance over, up your phone down, suspicious, but trying to lighten the tone. The sudden seriousness leaves you uncomfortable. "Hm, ominous."

He gives you a look, one that says he's not joking for once.

“You haven’t really eaten today. Or much yesterday. And I don’t think that’s nothing.”

You open your mouth to deflect, but Lando cuts in, gentler now.

“I’m not mad. I just… I want you to know that I notice these things. I don't want you to hide this stuff. I'm a... a bit hurt that you thought you had to.”

"I didn't mean to it's just. It's hard to talk about this stuff," you try to explain.

"I know that. Of course, I know that. But we spend hours talking about how I'm going, where my head is at, and that's not a one way street, love."

He nudges your shoulder lightly when you you can't find the words to say. “Let me take care of you, yeah? We’ll order something...anything you want! You don’t even have to leave the bed.”

And when you nod, he grins and kisses your cheek like it’s no big deal...like loving you includes this, too.

oscar piastri

Oscar notices something's off before you say even say anything.

You're out running errands together and get dizzy out of nowhere in the middle of the store. You hand grips his as you try and blink away the blurry spots. He's quick to put a hand on your back to help you stay up right, and even quicker to ask whats wrong.

You try to brush it off , I probably just need water or something, but he doesn’t buy it. The crease between his eyebrows deepens.

“You’ve been lightheaded more than once this week.”

You blink at him, surprised, heart suddenly beating faster than before. “No, I haven't.”

But he nods like you've said the opposite. Eyes searching yours for... something.

“I’ve also noticed you keep skipping breakfast a lot. And lunch, probably, if I'm not home with you. And you’re ‘just tired’ every night.”

Oscar isn’t dramatic about it. He just says it plainly, as truth, fact. But that just makes it harder to brush off.

“I’m worried,” he admits, voice quieter, hand holding yours tightly. “You don’t have to explain it all right now. But I need to know you’re okay... I need to know if you're not.”

You murmur that you're not sure what's going on, and it's the truth. Oscar doesn’t press.

“Let’s get head home. Have something easy. And if you don’t want to talk, we can just sit.”

"I'm sorry," you whisper to him, unsure of what to say.

"Please don't apologise. I love you. I want you to be well."

carlos sainz

You’re on your apartment balcony together, lounging around after a long morning sleep in. Carlos offers to make you breakfast, but you tell him not to bother. You’re not hungry.

He pauses mid-step, one foot inside, one still on the balcony. Looks at you, slightly offended on your behalf.

“No desayuno? Why not?”

You shrug, trying to keep your tone light. “I don’t know. I just… don’t feel like eating, I guess.”

Carlos doesn’t say anything at first. He just watches you. But the crease between his brows deepens, and then he's moving toward you, slowly, like he’s approaching something fragile. Maybe he is.

“You’ve skipped too many meals this week, mi vida. I’m not blind.”

His voice is quiet but firm, that kind of gentle stubbornness you’ve learned not to argue with. The kind that comes from a place of love, not discipline. You look down, suddenly finding it too hard to look Carlos in the eyes, but he doesn’t let the moment slip by so easily.

He finally steps right behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist lightly, and resting his chin on your shoulder. His voice is softer now, words whispered right into your ear like a sweet secret for just the two of you.

“I don’t need you to be perfect. I need you to take care of yourself.”

His fingers rub little circles into your sides, grounding and steady.

And before you can come up with a deflection, he’s pulling away just enough to kiss the side of your temple and mutter, “I’ll make something light. You don’t have to finish it. Just try.”

It’s not about food. Not really. It’s about how he wants you well. Wants you cared for. It's about showing you you are loved, and deserve to be taken care of.

alex albon

You're facetiming while he’s away, talking about qualifying, how the pets are doing, your plans for tomorrow, what you did earlier that day, when you offhandedly say, “I had a granola bar today, that counts, right?”

He laughs at first, caught up in your cute rambling. Then stops suddenly, all the humour draining from his face in a milisecond.

“Wait, that was all you had? Actually?”

You realize too late how that sounds. You can't take the words back now, and you can't find it in you to play it off as a complete joke. Part of you wants him to know.

Alex's expression shifts immediately. “Babe… You need to eat. No excuses.”

He leans in closer to the screen, voice suddenly quieter.

“Are you alright? Seriously.”

You start to downplay it, words coming out quickly to cover yourself, you weren't that hungry today, you were busy, you would eat later to make up for it, but he shakes his head gently at each excuse.

“Hey, hey. You don’t need to explain if you’re not ready. I’ve been there, I get it. But I wish you’d told me. I would’ve sent you like… twenty reminders. Or ubereats meals.”

Despite the worry, he smiles at you, soft and sweet, with the kind of look he always has before he leans in to kiss you.

“Okay. We’re ordering food together, right now. Virtual dinner date? I'll get room servivce, order something to the house for you. Yeah?”

You laugh, tear up a little, and agree. He smiles bright at your agreeance, beaming with pride.

charles leclerc

You're halfway through slicing vegetables for dinner when you say it. You'd been tossing up the right words to say all day. Deflecting is an art.

“I’m not really hungry tonight, but you go ahead.”

Charles doesn’t respond right away. Just finishes stirring the pan in front of him, sets the spoon down carefully, and, without another word, switches the stove completely off.

You glance up, confused and stunned. “What are you doing? That's not done yet.”

He simply shrugs. “If you’re not eating, then we’re not cooking.”

There’s no edge in his tone. No accusation. Just quiet finality, as if he had anticipated you not wanting to eat.

You blink, confused. “Charles, that’s ridiculous. You shouldn’t skip dinner just because—”

“Because you are?” he says gently, stepping away from the stove and closer to you. “No, I shouldn’t. But I’m not going to sit here and act like I haven’t noticed what you're doing”

He closes the space between you, wiping his hands on a dish towel before setting it aside.

“I’m not trying to make you feel bad, chéri,” he says quietly, searching your expression for the truth of the situation, but coming up empty. “I just want you to take care of yourself. And if I can help, even just a little, I will. If this is what it takes for you to know it is unhealthy, then I will do it.”

Charles reaches out and pulls you gently into his embrace. One hand on your back, the other smoothing your hair behind your ear. When he speaks again, his voice is soft against your skin. “Even if it’s just toast and juice. Even if it’s small. I’ll eat with you.”

You nod slowly, not because you’re convinced you can finish a whole meal, but because the idea of sitting across from him, even with something simple, suddenly feels like something you can do. Something you want to try. For him.

So he kisses your temple, rubs his hand down your back once again, and then says, “I’ll make tea. You pick the bread. Oui?”

lewis hamilton

You’re pacing around, trying to get stuff done, arms filled with knick-knacks you should have put away ages ago, when Lewis gently intercepts you. Hands on your upper arms, holding you still.

“You’ve been running nonstop all day, love. Did you eat yet?”

You wave him off. “I haven’t had time.”

That makes him stop cold. He exhales, long and hard, then walks over and takes your hands in his.

“That’s not okay.”

You go to respond, but Lewis lifts a hand. Gently, calmly stopping you.

“I’m not upset. But I also… don’t think this is the first time you’ve let yourself forget about food. And it’s scaring me a bit.”

“It’s not like that… I promise,” you reply in a hushed tone.

His thumb traces small circles over your knuckles, constant and soft.

“Ok, and I trust you to know if it was like that you could tell me. But I’ve seen what burnout looks like. What forgetting to take care of yourself does. I won’t stand by and watch it happen to you too. I love you too much to watch you crash and burn.”

"Lewis—"

He takes all the clothes and cups from your arms and places them on the table, leaving your hands empty and your heart beating fast.

He leans in and kisses your forehead, hushing you. “Let’s start small. Something warm. Something easy. Please? Gotta make sure my girl is taken care of.”

He doesn’t ask for more. Just reminds you, with every soft word and touch, that you’re worth taking care of, even on the days when you forget how.

george russell

You're lying in bed together when George brings it up for the first time.

"Love, I need to ask you something, and I need you to be honest with me. Please?"

When you turn to look at him, his face is dead serious, his undereye bags heavy and dark like something’s been worried about something for a while.

"You haven’t been eating enough." He says it quietly, thumb brushing just beneath your cheekbone like he’s afraid he’s already said too much.

"That’s not a question," you reply, a little too fast. A little too defensive.

George doesn’t take the bait. He just watches you for a second, gaze steady but soft. There’s no judgment in it, only worry.

“I know,” he says. “But I’ve been holding it in, waiting for you to come to me, waiting for the right time, and... I guess there isn’t one, is there?”

You sigh, low and long from the weight of everything you've been feeling. He shifts closer, wrapping an arm around your waist.

“I’m not angry. I don't want you to think that. I just...noticed recently. And I didn’t want to corner you, or make you feel.. attacked, but I love you, and I can’t keep pretending I don’t see what’s happening.”

You rest your forehead against his chest, and his hand runs gently up and down your back.

“You don’t have to explain anything right now,” he murmurs. “Just let me help. We can start slow. A good breakfast tomorrow. I’ll make tea. We can talk about it, if you'd like. One thing at a time. Yeah?”

"I'm sorry."

"Hey, none of that. This isn't something you need to apologise for. I got you. We got this."

You nod against him, curling tighter into his soft hold. George presses a soft kiss to the top of your head like a promise. One that says: you’re not doing this alone.

lowkey inspired by both the anon request and the quote "i love you, i want us both to eat well" <3

[pearlymel]

Curiosity— Imbibitor Lunae

Synopsis: you're curious about his new form, and you can't keep your hands to yourself.

Wc: around 1.5k

Warning(s): nsfw but not really (?), grinding, making out, dan heng ruining his pants yeah... :P also gender neutral reader!!

Ugly, a monster, a sinner.

Those were the words that circled around Dan Heng's mind as he stared at his reflection on the mirror. His expression blank, and he almost cringes at how his new features clung onto him, a reminder of someone he never was, a reminder to other people who might recognise as someone who isn't him.

He stares at himself like the mirror is about to shatter right infront of him. Ever since he came back in his new form, you were in shock. He even thought you might hate him now, thus why he was hiding and locking himself for now from the others. Maybe you're better off without—

"Dan Heng!" You barge into his room, your tone almost urgent. But you both just stare at eachother, him being in utter shock like he was just caught doing something, and you.. just coming in without even knocking.

Manners.

"You—"

"Just let me," you step back to close the door again, and he tilts his head in confusion before he hears your knuckles knock on the door twice.

"it's me, may i come in?" You ask, your tone almost eager now and he can see how the doorknob was rotating ever so slightly, making his lips twitch upwards.

"you may." And then you immediately open the door, swinging it wide then closing it behind you when you enter.

"So—"

"I'm—"

You both speak at the same time, making you suppress a laugh. "You first," he nods, and you clear your throat.

You step closer to him, which makes him already on alert, but it makes you confused. Have you dont something he did not like?

"i just..." You look around, your hand reaching to rub the back of your neck in embarrassment. "... Missed you."

The confession makes the tips of his ear flush with the faintest colour of red, he sighs in relief before opening his arms for you. You take it as an invitation, almost jumping in his arms which sends him to stumble back a bit.

"My apologies," he whispered, resting his cheek on top of your head. "Were you trying to hide away?" You ask with that suspicious tone that makes him laugh quietly.

"I was afraid you wouldn't like my new... Self." His admission made you squint your eyes, lifting your head up to look at him. "New self? You're still Dan Heng." You shrug, taking everything as if it was a normal thing which left him dumbfounded.

"you know what I'm talking about."

"you mean your new little features?" You quirk an eyebrow, breaking the embrace to place your hands on your hips.

"Well about them, it's just..." The moment you eye him from head to toe, is the moment he thinks he lost it all.

That's it, he thinks. This is the part where you will find him different and unpleasant to the eye, where you will leave him like those drama's March watches on—

"I'm really curious to touch them."

His shoulders slump at your words, your simple request was making him contemplate everything again.

"what?" You ask when you see how dejected he looks, "No, it's nothing." He straightens his back again, his eyes unfocused when he tries talking to you again.

"so... You're just curious to touch my new features?" He asks, followed by a blink of his eyes. "Yes. Specifically your horns." You answer back with the brightest smile while your hands are clasped to your back.

"My horns..." He hums, looking up at his head, his fingers inching to feel them. When he looks back at you, you step closer again to him, ready to when he gives you the permission.

And just when you were raising your hands, a "no." Slips from his lips. His back turned to you and already walking away.

You feel like an arrow was just shot right through your heart at the rejection.

"Why nooot?" You pout, following right after him, your gaze shifting to the tail on his back that's swinging back and forth. It's all so... Enchanting on him.

"Just.. no," he mumbled in a low, embarrassed tone. He sits down on the red chair, keeping his back turned at you but you were quick to turn the chair around.

"i require an explanation, my dear dragon." You try to be firm when you lean closer, resting your hands on his sides right on the arms of the chair.

But he really can't take you seriously, so he just looks at you flatly. "They're sensitive." He simply answers with his arms crossed and eyes closed.

"that's it?" You ask with a sigh.

His eyes widen when he sees how close your face is to him now when he opens his eyes again, he can almost feel a nervous droplet of sweat dropping down his nape.

"..." He remains silent for a minute while you keep up that sad expression you always put up.

When he sighs, you look back at him with a hopeful gaze, "fine, you can touch my horns. But be gentle, okay?"

It's like the gods have responded to your wishes when he graces you with the opportunity to touch his new features that you've been itching to feel for some time now.

"I'll sit here," you point at his lap, but you don't wait for his answer before you're already slotted comfortably on his lap.

"You're shameless, aren't you?"

"Only for you." You murmur, pressing a kiss to his cheek before taking both of your hands, wrapping them gently around his horns to feel it.

So smooth, you note. yet cold to the touch. Your thumb brushing over the smooth base of it curiously which makes Dan Heng's breath hitch, he couldn't help but feel a shiver run down his spine as your palms gently caressed the smooth, pebbled texture. He swallowed, trying to maintain his composure even as his skin tingled.

"Careful." he murmured, his voice a bit unsteady. "I am careful," A soft huff escaped his lips, his hands finding their place on your waist.

He looked up at you, silently hoping you would exercise some restraint as you continued your exploration.

"They feel really smooth, i like it." You giggle, your palms now firmly wrapping around them yet still careful not to hurt him. You try moving your hands from the base of his horns to the tip, almost like stroking them gently.

The first stroke almost felt nothing to him but shivers running down his spine that he quickly surpassed. But by the second and third stroke, he involuntary let out a soft moan with his fingers gripping your waist.

You both freeze. You from the shock of the noise he just made, and him from the embarrassment that he couldn't even control.

"Dan Heng—"

"okay that's enough." He quickly cuts you off, trying to carry you out of his lap but you stay still.

"don't be shyyyy." You coo teasingly at him, your hands now cupping his face together. "Please don't tease me." He tried muttering when you press his face together. "I won't. I promise, can i? Pretty please?" He knows what you're asking for, to touch him again, to tease him again. How did he even get here in the first place?

But Dan Heng's thoughts muddled as you captured his lips in a deep, messy kiss, and he couldn't help but let out a gasp. The combined stimulation of your touch on his horns and the feeling of your tongue against his sent shivers down his spine, his hands clenching on your waist even harder that he's afraid he might bruise your precious skin.

He groaned into the kiss, his chest heaving with the intensity of the sensations. He pulled you closer, his body automatically seeking more contact.

"Needy," you continue to tease him, his poor face and ears already so flushed, already gasping like he's out of air. And the hand that was sneaking to his tail only worsened the situation on his part.

His lips parted as he felt your fingers grip his tail, the firm appendage writhing gently in your grasp. The sensation of your touch sent a shudder down his spine, and he had to suppress a gasp of pleasure.

The texture of his tail was smooth, yet firmer than you had expected, the scales rippling under your touch. You're surprised when his tail wraps around your waist, his head falling back, baring his throat while he continued panting softly.

He seemed even more desperate than you were, his fingers clawing at your thighs as if asking for more.

"Dan Heng, sweetheart," the petname plus the feeling of your lips on his throat almost makes his eyes roll back.

"no, don't—" A low growl rumbled in his throat as you began grinding against him, the friction sparking a deeper wave of heat and desire. The moan that escaped your lips only heightened his own hunger, his hips automatically pushing up to meet yours.

He's panting even faster now, his hand grabbing the back of your neck and pulling you into another messy kiss, your hands continuing to stimulate his horns by giving them long languid strokes, your hips meeting at a set and desperate pace, his tail tightening even more around your waist which elicits a whimper out of your throat.

The noise that leaves his lips against yours makes your face heat up, both of you slowing down, your half-lidded eyes clearing up to look down at his lap where you find an obvious wet spot.

"Did you just—"

"not a word." He mutters in complete embarrassment this time, hiding his face against your chest and you only chuckle while trying to comfort him.

[elliesanqel]

Loser Ellie talking back to reader and being bratty but all reader has to do is give her one stern look and she’s docile (and wet) and reader makes sure she has a sore ass for the stunt she pulled

(your writing is soooo yummy)

behave

sypnosis; after a heated argument with ellie, she got far too confident with her replies which she knew she shouldn’t do with you, however she pushes you too far and you decide to teach her a lesson. warnings; angst, spanking—e!receiving, vaginal sex, strap use (referred to as a cock)—e!receiving, mdni. a/n; thankyou smm for this req cutie! i’ve never written, like, spanking before—so i hope this is good! p.s, its so easy to write sub/loser ellie while candy by doja cat is playing in the backround, so i recommend playing it while u read! also, tysm! i always doubt my writing so those type of compliments mean the worldddd to me! have a virtual hug! :3

pissed. thats what you were. a whole argument was created over something small really, but it would never have got so big if ellie hadn’t started answering back with snarky comments. you threw your arms up in the air out of exaggeration, “dont give me your bullshit, ellie. you even know it yourself, you’re never fucking here, when do i actually get to see you?!” you snap, your eyes narrowing at her as hers roll. she’d normally let you have the bigger side in arguments, but for some reason she was acting like a brat, and you weren’t a fan. “i’m here all the time? are you hearing yourself?! you sound fucking stupid.” she scoffs, taking a step forward.

your eyes widen, the fuck was wrong with her tonight? sure, you were taken aback, but you never let your face falter, strong face, strong front. you always had that. ellie knew it too. she knew you weren’t exactly the easiest to argue with. which is why she hated when they started. your eyes rolled, what was she getting so defensive for? the anger bubbled inside both of you, letting it out on eachother.

“no you’re fucking not. you are never here. you’re always out, probably with some girls hooked around your waist. i don’t fucking trust you going out so much, you literally have a girlfriend at home who’s always waiting for you to come back—which might i add, at unreasonable hours.” you rant, listing all the concerns you had as your body language switched every two seconds. it was so hard to trust her when she was defensive like this, which she never is, so that only raised your concerns.

she scoffs, thinking you sound absolutely insane. “so you think i’m cheating?” she laughs diabolically, eyeing your movements. “do you actually hear how dumb you sound? why the fuck would i cheat on you, seriously?” she holds her arms out slightly at her sides in disbelief that you think she’d cheat.

you point your finger at her face, warning her to pipe down a bit. “listen to me, stop fucking acting like a brat and answering me back, you’re making me sound like im crazy. you’re only getting defensive as shit because you know you’ve done something wrong! stop getting smart with me, ellie.” you speak, your voice low and quite frankly, bored. but oh, here she goes, answering back…again.

“im not getting smart. you’re blamin’ me for some pathetic shit. which, isn’t even true.” she snaps back, pointing a finger at you now, eyes narrowing further. oh she had nerve tonight.

you scoff as she points. yeah, now it was ridiculous. you’d had enough. your face falls neutral, but one eyebrow stays raised and your lips thinned. that look. that look that showed ellie that she was fucked now, and she knew that. she knew that look all to well, and she knew she’d gone too far. ellie never liked to necessarily admit when she was wrong, but she knew when she was wrong in the first place.

there was something she couldnt help, however. everytime you gave her that look, fuck she couldnt help herself. the way your eyes thinned, eyebrow raised, lips pursed—yeah it straight up just turned her on. and knowing ellie, she had no shame in that at all. she clenched her thighs, her lips thinning as she tilted her head back. feeling the wetness beginning to pool in her boxers.

snapping back to reality, trying to push those thoughts away as she knew you were pissed with her right now. she lowered her finger instantly, starting move her feet about nervously. “baby, i—” her words were softer now, but you still cut her off, not with your words. you snap out of your trance, moving closer to ellie and grabbing her wrist forcefully.

she flinches slightly, but she knew protesting would only make you more angry. you move her over to the bed, you keep ahold of her wrist and you lean down towards the bedside table, opening the drawer and grabbing ellies strap. but not for her to use on you. oh no. for you to use on her.

her eyes widen, looking at you like she’d just seen a ghost. she looked completely lost. “what the hell are you doing?” she asked, her tone neutral but a bit worried. you look up at her, your eyes narrowing. “maybe this’ll teach you to stop answering back.” you snap, your tone still sharp and never faltering. you knew ellie was always the dominant one when it came to sex. she was always the one using that cock on you, and you were always the one with your face down and ass up, or whatever position ellie had you in. from ellies point of view, if it was her it was getting used on, and her in those positions, she’d find it embarrassing as fuck. but who was to say deep down she wouldnt secretly love it?

you knew she’d protest, so you decided to bend her over yourself. but fully on the bed? nah. over the bed. yeah, you wanted that brat half standing, half bent over.

you pushed, so her hands met with the sheets, her feet still on the floor. a sharp gasp left her lips, her head turning to look back at you behind her. “what the fuck? this is so embarrassing, what are you doing—” she worryingly protested, hoping it wouldnt make you more angry. but you abruptly cut her off with a slap to her ass. you’d never done that before. but you never showed the new worry on your face.

a louder gasp left her lips, a dumbfounded look on her face if only you could see it, but you couldnt because it made her head turn away from facing you and bow, her teeth biting down roughly into her bottom lip. a whore-like moan falling from her parted lips. “uuhh! oh, fuck babe…”

it suprised you. but the fact that she didnt stop you lowered your worries. and that slutty moan she let out showed you this loser actually liked it. you smirked a little, causing both hands to slip up her waist and unbutton her skinny jeans, slipping them down and letting them pool at her ankles. she bit further into her lip as she let you continue, not willing to protest. even though it was hard to shake her embarrassment.

you wasted no time in slipping off your shorts, freeing yourself as you slipped the cock on. you looked down at ellie, that pathetic, bratty loser who was bent the bed over infront of your eyes, half naked. her shirt? nah, its gonna stay on while you fuck her. you noticed two things. a red mark forming from where you slapped, and her pussy. ohhh her pussy, gleaming and soaked. it turned you on even more that she was already wet before you even entered her. you loved seeing her like this. and since you’d never had her like this before, hopefully it ought to teach her to keep that pretty mouth shut when she needed to.

you didnt want to wait any longer, you gripped those pretty hips, aligning them with your cock. you gripped the rubber, sliding it into her throbbing cunt, leaving no time and completely bottoming out inside of her. her hips moving forward at the contact, a low groan leaving her lips, her head arching. “oh fuck—oh my fucking goddd!” her voice sounded needy, desperate, every other synonym.

this only egged you on, gripping her hips tighter while you fucked her dripping pussy senseless, your pace getting quicker. needy whimpering left her with every thrust you gave, putting all your anger you had into it. “you gonna stop being such a brat? gonna stop answering me back? hm?” you mumble, your own whines being held back by your arrogance.

she left no waste in time responding. “n-no. i won’t—ohhh! answer back, ever again—nghhh!” her speech was abruptly interrupted by her desperate noises your cock was giving her.

her head smushing into the sheets as she bit down on them, her moans becoming muffled. your hand reached forward, holding her half up-half down bun in your hand as you pushed her head a little further into the sheets, your hips thrusting into her like no tomorrow. her hands gripped the sheets tigher, holding on for dear life. you use your free hand, giving her another smack, her hips jolting forward as that same whore-like moan fell from those pretty lips. she took it so well, god this was definitely imprinted into your head forever now.

you let go of her hair, bringing it back up but curling it around her waist, your middle finger finding her pulsing clit, only causing her to let out the sluttiest whimper ever into the sheets, her back arching further. you smirk at her, fuck what a good sight this was. “look at you, taking my cock so well, aren’t you? swallowing me up so good.” you tease, knowing it would fuel her embarrassment. her brows furrow in pleasure, but also, yeah, in embarrassment.

“s-shut up. that’s so—mmphh, fuck! embarrassing…” she chokes out, her voice dripping with need. but she felt that slipping away as your cock deep inside of her caused her stomach to clench tightly, the heat growing in her pussy. “ohh! i’m gonna cum—fuck! g’nna cum!” she cries out in pleasure.

oh fucking hell. how needy she was sounding, lord. before you had her bent over for you she’d never sound this needy. you decided you’d punished her enough, red marks forming on her ass and all. you thrusted quicker, middle finger working quicker for her.

her whole body began shaking, quickly jolting as she let go, squirting her cum all over your cock like the good girl she was. she raised her head a little from the bed, sighing into it as you pulled out. a small whine coming from her at the loss of contact. you lean down, pressing a soft kiss to her shoulder as you stroked the same spot after. she slowly stood, her legs a bit shaky. she didnt dare mention anything else about how she was just in complete ecstasy. or even mention the fact her white, sticky cum was dripping from the strap. mostly because she didnt wanna think of herself like the submissive one. but you both knew she did secretly love it.

something looked like it was bugging her, though. a weird look on her face as she softly spoke. “listen, baby. im not cheating on you, i promise. i’d never do that to you because you’re all i need. from now on i won’t go out as much, yeah?” she said, her words sounding sincere. looking back at your accusation now, it did sound silly. you knew deep down ellie would never do that to you, she loved you more than anyone. she wasn’t the best with words, but she managed to find a way to make it work.

“i know, im sorry i accused you. you know i really love you. just stop getting bratty with me, mhm?” you grin, voice filled with a teasing manner.

she held both of your arms, stroking the skin softly with her thumbs. she scoffs, “i know, ‘m sorry baby. i love you too.”

she smiles softly, almost too innocent considering she was bent over the bed moments ago.

[bbyg4rl]

jealousy, jealousy

cw: JJ x kook!reader, (fl)angst, mutual pining, jealousy, happy ending! wc-600

summary: inspired by request! JJ and you finally admit you like eachother.

You were starting to hate the Boneyard.

It wasn’t the party, the sand, or the endless bottles of cheap beer. It was the way JJ was sitting way too close to some Touron, his arm slung around her shoulders like it belonged there. You weren’t watching him. Not really. But your eyes kept drifting back anyway, stomach twisting every time he leaned down to listen to whatever she was saying.

It was stupid. You had no claim on JJ. That was the whole point of this. No feelings. Just fun. Something to pass the time.

But lately, it hadn’t been fun.

Lately, it had been this.

You knew he was just playing games, though. Because the second he glanced over and caught you watching, JJ smirked like he knew exactly what he was doing to you. And he did. He was getting back at you for what had happened earlier, when some Touron boy you couldn't even remember the name of had pulled you in for a dance and you hadn’t stopped him.

You ripped your gaze away, swallowing hard. Two could play that game.

“Another drink?” the boy asked, nudging your arm with a red solo cup.

You took it without thinking. “Yeah, sure.”

JJ was in your periphery, still watching. You notice his jaw clench when the boy brushes his hands around your waist, the satisfaction of knowing you were getting to him was enough to keep you from acknowledging how much this whole thing was messing with your head.

By the time the party started winding down, you were restless, annoyed, and a little over it. The last thing you expected was to find JJ waiting for you by your car, arms crossed over his chest, that ever-present cocky smirk wiped clean off his face.

“You done?” His voice was low, rough in a way that made your breath hitch.

You scoffed. “Excuse me?”

“With the whole ‘let’s make JJ jealous’ act,” he said, tilting his head. “Or was that fun?”

You crossed your arms, mirroring his stance. “I don’t know, was yours fun?”

JJ scoffed, running a hand through his hair. “You started it.”

Before you could answer him, he shook his head, stepping closer. “Look, I don’t know what we’re doing anymore,” he admitted.

“But I didn’t like seeing you with him.”

You felt your heart skip a beat, but you forced yourself to keep your expression neutral. “Why?”

JJ hesitated. Just for a second. But you caught it. “You know why.”

You did. You had for a while now. The way he always found you first at a party, the way he pulled you close when he thought no one was looking. The way he never let another girl get too close. Well, except tonight, he was trying to prove a point.

The problem was, you didn’t know what to do about it. You weren’t supposed to feel this way about JJ Maybank.

He sighed when you froze in front of him, raking a frustrated hand through his messy blonde hair. “Whatever. Just forget it.”

He turned to leave, but before he could step away, you grabbed his wrist. “JJ, wait.”

He did. And that was the worst part. That he would always wait for you, even if he pretended otherwise. Even if he had no guarantee that you could be his.

You swallowed, suddenly feeling like the ground beneath you was collapsing in on itself.

“I didn’t like seeing you with her either.”

JJ’s lips parted, He wasn’t expecting you to admit it. His fingers curled around yours.

“What are we doing?” he asked again, his voice soft like melted butter.

You had no answer for him. But when his palm raised to touch your face and his thumb brushed against your cheek, slow and deliberate, you thought maybe, just maybe, you were ready to find out.

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[juliet-017]

Kisemis - T.R.

Prefect!academicrival!Tom Riddle x prefect!fem!reader

Minors dni!

Warnings: Dumbification?, oral m!reciving, throat fucking/deep throating, face slapping, hair pulling, begging?, exhibition, few uses of y/l/n, degradation, I tired to make it house neutral the best I could but it might allude or lean to diff houses with diff lines I write so apologies (+ Gryffindor bias), Let me know if I missed anything

Synopsis: Being a prefect whilst holding an academic rivalry with another is excruciating, constantly at eachothers throats, witty banter back and forth. Until one night you find yourselves alone, causing for new feelings to trickle in, only causing more anger and confusion.

a/n: I've been writing so many smuts so fast so I hope this one's up to par as well! Also first time writing oral so hopefully this is good! Also I might write a part two to this piece, it feels deserving plot wise. & apparently the title derived from homestruck, I am not in that fandom at all so uhm if anyone in it is problematic I am not apart of that!

Wc: ~2.3k

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The library air was warm and dry, a strict contrast to the damp and cool air from the majority of the castle. You were exhausted, your third night in a row, having volunteered to take the spot of another prefect or two who were feeling unwell.

It was a mistake. A terrible mistake.

You took to sitting up against a table, leaning back against it, and closing your eyes. A chill runs up your spine, the feeling of being watched, unable to spot a person you blame it on a ghost.

Pushing off the table you continue your search, a faint glow from your wand illuminating the space ahead of you. Heading towards the restricted section first, deciding that most unruly students would take advantage of the night to explore those forbidden scrolls before even touching a book that's out in the open. Besides - most in the library after curfew would've fallen asleep whilst studying and they deserved some grace… right?

While heading deeper into the restricted section you hear whispers. Just one voice.

The aroma of sandalwood and spices hits you, alongside a woodsy scent. The signature scent belonging to none other than Tom Riddle. It's easy to hate how fast you pinned that. Hesitantly, you linger around a bookcase, trying to figure out if he's alone or scolding a student.

“Show yourself,” He speaks up before you can even make a decision, wondering how he heard you. “I know you're there so might as well make it easy on yourself.”

With a breath - as if you can get in trouble for patrolling - you round the corner. “Ah, y/l/n, on patrol duty again tonight are you?”

“Couldn't say the same for you, Riddle. I’d’ve thought you'd be busy catching up on your beauty sleep.” You snub, crossing your arms and glaring up at him.

“Hm, could say the same for you. You need it after all.” He hums coldly, his usual smirk playing on his lips. “Now go on, I'm sure you have a student to catch and scold.”

“Well, I’d like to know what you were doing yourself, Riddle. Can't you study in your dorm?” You retort, taking on a quizzical look while approaching him, ignoring the butterflies in your stomach. You blame them on anxiety, after all, he has a few inches on you and his way to stock for your liking. Emotionless, to put it simply.

“Well, I could, but here's the fun in that?” He replies, almost amused in his tone as he closes the book when you get closer, sliding it into his bag. “There's no risk in that.”

You eye the book as he bags it, brows furrowing. It's stupid to question him, he’ll just lie, or tell you to shove him off. But what's the harm in trying? “What were you reading?”

“Oh please, like I'd still you.” He scoffs, rolling his eyes and putting the strap of his bag on his shoulder as if to depart.

“Did I say you could go anywhere?” You ask, voice sharp as if you're scolding a first-year. You immediately regret it, but decide that there's no going back now. “I'm the prefect on duty tonight, not you.”

Tom's brows raise, shaking his head and chuckling in amusement as he sets the bag back down. “Well looks like someone decided to be a bit brave tonight.” He remarks, looking you over like a piece of meat.

It makes you squirm.

“Did a Professor even give you permission to come in here?” You press, tilting your head to the side, deciding to just fake it. Hoping that feigning enough bravery will give you some.

“Like you'd actually tell Slughorn I'm in here.” He drawls, swiftly moving and standing right in front of you, forcing you to tilt your head back. “Go on, love,” he taunts. “go on and tell old Sluggy.”

Your expression sours, trying to figure out how to word your response. “I won't be telling him, because you have him wrapped around your finger. I can go straight to Dippet, you know.”

“Oh but you wouldn't do that, would you now?” He presses, reaching back and coiling some of your hair around his finger. “You know that I have the majority of the faculty in my favor.” He hums.

You glare ignoring how the proximity makes you shift, how him playing with your hair makes you want to either push him and run away or drop to your knees and-

“Got you there, didn't I y/l/n?” He taunts, an amused huff escaping him.

“No. I'm just..” You start, biting your lip momentarily. “Am I not allowed to bide time?” You ask rhetorically, trying to keep up the farce. “After all if I won't be getting an answer to my question I should be allowed to give all the silence I want. So what were you doing?”

“Studying.” He hums, tugging on the strand slightly. You wonder if he does this with.. everyone, or something like this to manipulate people, make them unsteady and easy to guide.

“Studying what?”

“None of your business.”

“C’mon, I'm just curious.”

“You just love sticking your nose in everyone's business, don't you?”

“I just want to know what you're studying for Riddle. Is it the next Herbology exam? Perhaps arthrithmaticy, or potions?” You blabber, knowing damn well what you're doing but enjoying pushing his buttons, watching him tick, drawing actual emotion out of him. “Am I not allowed to ask questions?”

Quickly, his hand goes to the back of your head, grappling your hair tightly. “No. But you should learn when to shut your mouth.” He growls, towering over you with ease.

You flinch, looking at him with wide eyes, trying to ignore the fire in your lower abdomen. Your throat runs dry, you have half the mind to come up with an excuse to flee.

“What are you doing out alone anyways? Prefects are supposed to patrol in groups.. aren't they?” He tsks, looking down at you and taking in your expression.

“Hughes said it would be faster this way,” You reply quietly, a whisper, looking anywhere but at his face.

“Eyes on me.” He grumbles, his free hand grabbing your cheeks and squishing them together, demanding eye contact. “Who would've known it just took this to shut you up.”

“You just caught me off guard,” You reply, words muffled, barely audible.

“Hm, what was that?” He taunts, letting go of your cheeks, his hand moving to your shoulder as he forces you down. You resist for a moment before the pull on your hair burns to a point that you have to comply. “Couldn't hear you while thinking about my cock down your throat.”

And that? Perfect, cold, calculating, Tom Riddle talking about fucking you? That shut you up even more, looking up at him with wide eyes as you try to think of a response, a slick growing between your thighs.

“You like the thought of that, don't you? Putting your mouth to better use?” He continues mockingly, unbuckling his belt and looking down at you, his eyes searching for an answer.

You nod, looking up at him, tempted to just undo his trousers yourself. “Please,” You murmur, looking up through your lashes.

Brows raised he huffs, undoing his trousers with his free hand, pulling his boxers down as well. His cock already hard, slapping his lower abdomen. Tom strokes himself, only making himself harder as he looks down at you. “Open, tongue out.” He instructs, watching you with a hungry gaze.

You comply, pathetically soaked at how he's treating you, looking up at him as he taps his tip on your tongue. Tasing his salty precum before he pushes into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat and making you gag.

He starts with a steady pace, using a table to support him as he takes to fucking your throat, using his leverage and grip on your hair to hold you still while he thrusts. “Throat’s so bloody tight,” He groans, stalling and holding your nose up tight against his pelvis, making you gag before going back to his former thrusting motion. “You look so much prettier with my cock down it.”

You groan around his cock in protest.. or maybe pleasure, brain desperate for oxygen. Tom’s thrusts grow sloppier, desperate. It's almost worth the oxygen deprivation and occasional degrading comments. He speeds up again, his expression contorted, the lewd sounds of your gagging and his frowning filling the library.

You're shocked when he pulls out of your mouth, having thought he'd make you swallow every last drop. The shock subsides when he cums on your face, the thick white substance covering your cheek, running down slowly and dripping onto your robes.

“What the fuck, Riddle!” You hiss, voice a bit dead from the assault on your larynx. “This is brand new!”

A slap to your face shuts you up, making you whine. “Need me to fuck your face again? Clearly, I didn't do it well enough if you're still running your mouth.” He asks, tugging your hair. “Maybe I should, after all, Hughes doesn't seem to care about his fellow prefect's safety.”

“I told you, I agreed-” Tom takes his chances, pressing his tip against your lip when you speak.

“There's better uses for that mouth than witless conversation.” He spats, tapping his cock on your lip prompting you to open it.

You comply, feeling him fuck your throat even harsher, this time making it more painful by bobbing your head with no regard. “Look at you, such a good girl when it comes to cock.” He praises mockingly, speeding up as you gag and choke, finishing in your mouth this time. “Swallow,” He instructs, slowly pulling out of your mouth while watching you do so.

You comply, swallowing it all, looking up at him and not daring to speak. This time, Tom pulls you up harshly by your hair, pinning you up against a bookshelf. His chest to your back, he delivers wet kisses to your neck.

Whining at the sensation you wiggle your hips backward, chasing some pleasure, and Tom complies just enough. Reaching around his hand travels under your skirt to toy with your clothed clit, feeling your wetness through your panties. “Look at you, finally shutting up, all dumb from my cock, aren't you?”

You nod weakly, moaning softly whilst feeling your underwear being pulled down, pooling at your ankles. “Should've thought of this sooner.” He mutters, palming himself before teasing your entrance, growing hard once more. With one slow thrust, he pushes into you, making you feel as if you're being split in two, grabbing onto a self on the bookcase.

You barely have time to adjust before he sets a ruthless pace, a bruising grip on your hips as he thrusts in and out of you reducing you to a moaning and whimpering mess.

“Look at you, finally shutting your mouth. Being such a good slut,” He grunts into your ear, biting at your neck now.

“I hate you.” You whine, the old bookcase shaking as he continues his assault on your cervix.

He scoffs, reaching around with one hand to lightly hold your throat, the other bracing himself on the bookcase. “Sure didn't feel like it when you were letting me use your throat, and she doesn't feel like it now. All wet and willing.” He spats, quickening his pace.

A book falls, and you whine and make a weak attempt at an escape, ceasing when you realize how trapped you are. “What? Scared someone's going to hear? That a ghost or the librarian is going to pop around the corner?” He taunts, continuing.

You curse the bookshelf for being so old and weak as another one falls, moans escaping you as Tom picks up the pace as if willing someone or something to hear and investigate. You dig your nails into the wood, desperate as you start to rock your own hips, meeting his own in an attempt to get more pleasure. “Greedy girl,” Tom chastises, his hand that was previously on your neck traveling down to draw circles on your clit.

“Gonna cum on my cock,” Tom pants out, you're not sure if it's a question or a demand but you nod anyway. The circles become messier, heat forming in your lower abdomen as you start to clench around him.

Before you know it white hot pleasure courses through you, knees buckling slightly as your hips weakly still rut. Shortly after, Tom finishes as well, cumming deep inside of your walls, panting.You barely register your ankles being lifted, feet moved.

You look around, noticing the books that fell, shame coming to your face when you realize what just happened. Who you were just with. Quickly you turn around to look at him. “You bastard, Tom Riddle, you-” You start, walking towards him as he heads back to his bag.

He stops turning and glaring at you, smirking, eyes shimmering with amusement. “What. Are you upset I showed you the night of your life?”

You open your mouth to argue before he hushes you. “I'd be careful with your words, doll. Last thing you want is for your throat to be even more raw tomorrow.”

You cross your arms, pouting. “Now if you'll excuse me I have to get to my dorm. Some of us value our sleep.” He remarks before brushing last you to leave.

You sulk for a moment, trying to figure out what just happened. How you let it happen. It's not till you're actually settling your robes to depart and continue patrolling till you realize you're missing something.

The prick took your underwear.

Edit: uhm okay so this fic is blowing UP anyways if you want tagged for future parts please comment so! Thank you so so much for all the support!! 🩷

[lilacgaby]

˗ˏˋ🧸 bows and bottles ౨ৎ

pairing: girldad!megumi x wife!reader

summary: megumi had been shocked by you multiple times this year. finding out you were pregnant? a shocker. with a girl though? even more shocking. good thing he was a natural.

tags: pet names, pregnancy, afab!reader, domestic au, marriage, insecurities, fluff

(a/n: another lovely ask by @lexiene !! i think every jjk character is a girldad personally )

those two lines you showed to him changed the course of his life.

he was nervous sure, but you being there always calmed him down. he examined the rest of the items you'd placed in the gift box one by one, noting the gender-neutral clothing.

"you don't know the gender yet?"

"no silly! i'm only like.. a month. i think i have to be eighteen weeks or something to know."

"oh, okay."

"are you hoping for a gender?" you asked, moving your legs to face him on the couch.

"no, as long as they're healthy." he answered honestly, though the thought of having a girl did make him feel a bit nervous.

"hm, okay."

the weeks working up to the appointment you'd made were nerve wracking for megumi. you'd only been suffering mild symptoms of nausea and fatigue, so he'd been at your hand and feet most days.

the months had passed and your bump had grew. he'd been an angel for you, never letting you complain for more than a couple seconds. he'd wake up in the middle of the night and cook for you if you needed, he just wanted you and his kid to be safe.

as he drove to the appointment, reality set into him. you were having his baby, and they were going to find out the gender right now.

but an idea struck you in the car. "hey, how about we have them keep it a secret? we can have a fun little gender reveal party."

he physically slumped at the idea, relaxing a bit. "yeah, sounds good. but a small party, gojo is way too much of a lightweight for a huge one like last time."

you laughed at the memory, looking out the window as you held megumi's hand close to your thigh.

the visit at the doctor's was quick, they put the results of the ultrasound into an envelope for you two, and let you take home dozens of copies of the scans.

you went home content, smiling brightly as you looked over the pictures.

"they have your nose." you said out of the blue.

"you can't even tell that, it's a scan."

"yes i can."

"whatever you say."

the next week you had a small get together with some of your friends and megumi's. you wore a plain white dress since you didn't mind if it was a boy or a girl, and megumi wore a white button-up.

gojo wore a pink shirt, and argued with yuuji who was wearing a blue shirt.

nobara was carrying bags and bags of baby supplies, but was also wearing a pink shirt.

nanami was there holding a small gift box, he wore a white button-up with a pink tie.

they, along with some of your family, all held up confetti poppers. at the count of three they blew them up, pink confetti flying everywhere.

as gojo and nobara high fived each other, cheering at how they were right, you and megumi hugged eachother.

you now were able to go crazy, making everything really cute and pink for your little daughter. bows and bunnies scattered her nursery, pink flowers painted all over the walls.

cute rugs and rocking chairs, even her crib got a princess canopy.

nobara had gotten you the cutest little dresses and shoes, in the tiny box nanami had gotten for your baby girl it was little earrings. pure gold with a gemstone of her assumed birthmonth.

the months passed by really quickly, megumi kept his missions to a minimum so he could stay clung to your side.

he was a saint like always, holding your bump up for you to give you a few moments of relief, massaging parts of your body, he'd always be there for you.

but your little girl was stubborn and refused to come out. when he thought you were sleeping he'd speak to her, ask her nicely to come out tomorrow, speak about how excited he was to see her.

after a couple nights of that and morning walks? your water broke. he grabbed the overnight bag and made it to the driveway, only to realize..

he forgot you. oops.

picking up an annoyed you, he made it to the car and drove as fast as he could safely.

you delivered your baby safely, megumi thinking his wrist was going to snap from how hard you had it in your grip. he rolled his eyes though, because you were right.

she did have his nose. and his hair color, and his eyes. but she had your skin color, your lips, your eyebrows.

she was adorable.

she slept the whole day, not waking up unless she was woke up by you or him. she was an angel. barely ever crying.

he was relieved to find that she had your demeanor, your expressiveness that was more than just a straight demeanor most of the time.

he was the happiest when he looked into her and saw you, features of you that worked so harmoniously with his.

she was perfect.

she definitely had a favorite. spoiler alert: it wasn't you.

she always giggled when megumi was around, her first word was papa, much to your dismay. she clung to him all day, he was a natural at everything after all.

whenever he'd go on missions she'd cry, him having to call you just so she could fall asleep.

when she became a toddler? she'd run to the door to greet him everytime he'd come back. staying up past her bedtime just to see him.

but always passing out in his arms, wanting to stay by his side as she slept.

he'd do her hair once it was long enough. she begged and begged for him to learn how to braid, and after much consultation he learned.

he was there with her when she got her ears pierced, holding her hand as the needle went through her ear. it didn't hurt, but the numbing sensation felt weird. she wore the golden earrings she was gifted 5 years ago with pride, almost convincing megumi to get his ears pierced too.

almost.

she had him wrapped around her finger, doing anything she wanted whenever. if she wanted a toy she had it the next day. she wanted to go somewhere? let's start planning a family trip.

he taught her how to read patiently, grabbing any number of baby books to help her piece together the words, clapping together when she read a page successfully.

they shared a sweet tooth, so most of time he'd 'sneak' her snacks. candy, lollipops, chocolate, cupcakes, they'd share them together and laugh because they thought you didn't notice.

they were like two peas in a pod, they acted exactly the same sometimes. shed repeat his sentences, the way he walked, and even his facial expressions.

she clung to you just as much though, don't get it confused. she loved your attention on her as much as he did, scrunching her face when you two kissed in front of her. her using her body to push you away and 'reprimand' megumi.

he loved his girls so much, he didn't think life could get any better than being sandwiched in between the two of you while you watched random movies in the living room.

but it magically did, when for his birthday he was gifted baby socks. "are you joking?" he said, hugging you both tightly.

"those are too small for him!"

"they aren't for him sweetheart."

with another baby girl on the way, and his two treasured ladies right beside him, he definitely thinks he was born for this.

to stand by all of your sides, forever.

[beastyeastfreak]

Shadowvanilla x Reader(gender neutral), hurt/comfort Where Shadow Milk and Pure vanilla got together and Reader is upset and envious of them but also don’t want to ruin it between them because Reader care(and low key love) so much about them

I’m sorry, but I barely see any Shadowvanilla x Reader and it drives me crazy, jghfhghbjbh, take your time, love your writings

Hold up.. anons ask is fire?

Cws and tags: Angst with comfort, Pure vanilla x Shadow milk x GN! Reader, kinda ooc, good ending (:

(I took the liberty of making Reader immortal, whether theyre beast, ancient legendary or something else is entirely your decision ^^)

🃏🍦 - Knowing was always worse than not, thats what Shadow Milk said to you long ago before he was entrapped within the silver tree. And as you watched from afar, though trying to seem like you weren’t, you couldn’t help but reflect on his words. The two were made for eachother, and where did you fit into that equation? Destined to be a yearning bystander, a supportive friend, just there for them not with them.

🃏🍦 - Your confession to Shadow milk was never delivered, and your hesitation, or perhaps fear, to reveal your true feelings to his counterpart, now partner, Pure Vanilla would land you the same fate. How ironic that you would fall for complete opposites and have the same outcome. Unfortunately, the happier the two became the more distant you were. Your envy disgusted you, why were you like this? Your closest friends had united, it felt selfish to even complain. It felt better to move on, as Sisyphean of a task that may be.

🃏🍦 - Well they definitely noticed, it started as Pure Vanilla coming over more. “Are you feeling well?” He’d slip into conversation. “You can always talk to me,” he sounded so ethereal now. He had really changed because of Shadow milk, he understood they were hiding something but he couldn’t coax it out of them. He offered a gentle hug, letting you sink into his soft clothing. He didn’t know how good that felt for you.

🃏🍦 - Then when you wouldn’t budge came Shadow Milk. He wouldn’t say how he feels about you becoming further from him but he would question why you wouldn’t spend every second of your day at the shoes of the most handsome playwrite/actor ever, or if you’re lying about something he’s impressed but it really was getting boring trying to figure out how you felt. He’d invite you to the spire, to cheer you up but masking it as something else entirely.

🃏🍦 - It turns out the one who actually cracked the code was Pavlova Cookie, who spotted you when you were alone and mused about your situation. How interesting it was and how absolutely heartbreaking it must be for you to be so envious yet yearning at the same time!.. You told him to buzz off, maybe more aggressive than you wanted to be. Buzz off he did but he promised to mend your broken heart, you could only dread what that meant.

🃏🍦 - Unfortunately Pavlova cookies promise/threat made you want to be more avoidant, but neither of them had visited in a while. Anxiety bubbled, what did he say to them? What did they think of you? The thought of their disgust felt almost as bad as the gaping hole in your heart. The realisation you lost your closest friends because of your feelings dawned on you and all you could do was sit in your room and cry, all the horrible feelings now pouring out.

🃏🍦 - Shadow Milk and Pure Vanilla both obviously had feelings for you as well, otherwise Pavlova cookie likely wouldn’t have came to hint at why you were acting like this. Shadow milk would have gladly made you his before he was trapped, but figured you moved on. And Pure Vanilla was in the same shoes as you, he was hesitant, he had a war to fight against Dark Enchantress cookie and you could be used against him and you may not even like him back.

🃏🍦 - It doesn’t take more than another day for you to hear knocking at your door, obviously them. You attempt to ignore it but Shadow milk kind of just lets himself in. You let yourself get out of your room expecting mocking, anger or them wanting to stop being friends but Pure Vanilla just pulls you into a hug, silencing you. You look to Shadow milk but hes just grinning.

🃏🍦 - When he moves away, he holds your hand and uses his other hand to wipe away dry tears. He tells you, “i wish circumstances would have been different, that i could have told you i loved you without the pain that comes with it now that i waited.” He kisses your forehead slowly but lets Shadow Milk hold you next when he begins to pull you away.

🃏🍦 - He wraps his arms around you tightly and grins against your cheek. “You certainly fooled me, if i wasn’t so worried about you i’d award you.” He peppers small kisses on your cheek. Pure vanilla then comes to your other side placing his arms around you as well. Hes the first to gently kiss your lips but that only makes Shadow Milk more eager when he gets his turn.

🃏🍦 - Pure Vanilla then says, “let us try it differently this time, no more envy, no more pain. We are here for you now.” Shadow Milk replies against your neck, “Im certainly not letting you go again.”

[maarslovesmonkees]

Love your writing already and excited for your future works :)

Would you be able to do a nsfw piece for possessive/jealous Noa x female reader with some marking/claiming?

\The Bite On Your Neck\

Hii thank you, that means so much😭🙏 Ouuu I love myself some jealousy from my ape men <3 I Hope you enjoy,:D 💞

Notes and warnings: Gender-neutral terms, Noa x Human!reader, Oneshot, NSFW, 1.2K words.

Noa wouldn't say he's a jealous man. He isn't the most confident in himself, sure but he does acknowledge his high status. No other ape would dare interfere with the bond you too share, s he never really had any thoughts to worry. Youve been part of the Eagle clan for more than a year now, or that's what you think. You don't really keep track of what day it is. Early winter is just settling in, and you were struggling as any other winter you've faced. Suddenly being insanely envious of the thick coat of fur the rest of the apes had. Over the past year, all the apes have warmed up to you, and have a good idea of echo customs; like freezing your ass off during winter.

You hang out with the sunset trio most days, specifically Noa, him being your mate and all. It was a surprising relationship blossom to say the least. Many were quite uncertain of how the relationship will turn out, but Anaya, Soona and Darr has always been supportive from the start and thats all that mattered to Noa.

You both try and spend as much time with eachother as possible whether is eating, sleeping, annoying him while he works with his owls etc. He loved spending quality time with you, just one on one.

—

“Help… with cold”, Anaya reached out a thick wool blanket for you to take. You took it gratefully wondering how he even got a hold of it. You quickly wrapped yourself around it, feeling bliss of the warmth it gave. You huddled close to the fire, as Anaya sat next to you. “Found when hunting”, He spoke as he chewed an apple, one of his favorite fruits. “Washed already…so not dirty”

“Thanks so much”, You smiled brightly at him. You then stretched your body, feeling the tension on your joints release as you’ve been huddled by the fire for a while. “I wish I had your fur so badly right night”, You whined.

You didn't notice Anaya not answering, as you felt hypnotized from the waves of the fire. You then felt a presence right behind you, then big furry arms go around your shoulders. You turned to see Anaya looking away, chewing his last piece of apple, seemingly nervous. Huffing a smile, you nuzzled up against your best friend.

“What it could feel…to have fur”, Anaya sat behind you, pressing his body against your back.

“You cuddle people for warmth a lot?”, I giggled and looked back to the mesmerizing fireplace.

“Not for warmth…Anaya likes cuddles”.

You felt your heart melt at your friends confession. You knew Anaya doesn't like being alone, and you felt a sort of pride being able to give him comfort. You were proud of the growth with your friendship with him, as he was very hesitant at the start, seeing his first echo and all. You became close friends with the goofball, seeing him as a brother.

A large thump of the ground, snap you out of your thoughts. On your left you saw Noa, staring at the fire irritaded, as Soona sat down right next to him, smiling at you.

Anaya let go of you, and proceeds to go and sit next to Soona. As the two talked, you shimmy your way next to your beloved boyfriend, snuggling close to him, resting your head on his broad shoulders. He put his arm around you, resting his head on to your, but you can tell he still seemed tense.

“Had a bad day?”, You sympathize with him as he's been doing quite a lot of errands for the elders. After his fathers passing, he has been held up doing a ton of eagle work.

He didn't answer, holding your body closer to him. Feeling the closeness gave you butterflies, then a great idea popped in your head.

You picked yourself up a little bit, then plopped down on his lap, resting your head on his chest. He took a second to react, but instantly put his arms around you, holding you nice and tight. He put his head down, nuzzling in your neck, deeply inhaling your scent. You shivered from the tickling sensation, giggling again.

“Noaaa that tickles”, You chuckled at him but you gasped as your body froze when you felt his teeth on your skin. It wasn't a bite, more like a nibble.

Your heart was thumping out of your chest as you looked to your side. Anaya and Soona still seemed to be distracted on whatever conversation they were having. You felt Noa sink his teeth gently in your neck, then licking the teeth mark that lightly showed.

Noa can already smell your arousal and stopped, trying to avoid the others getting suspicious. Noa nodded to the direction of your nest and you quickly understood.

—

“Oh fuck”, your voice muffled from the pillow your face was buried in.

Noa hips clashing into yours, his thick hands on your waist keeping you steady. Feeling your walls moving tightly around his cock, Noa couldnt conceal his groans of pleasure. You gripped the ground under you, then try to prop yourself up, feeling your back aching from the pose.

As you lift you head up, Noas hand covered your mouth, and you didnt have enough time to react as he bite down hard between our neck and shoulder blade, drawing blood. You scream into his hand, tearing up as Noa took his mouth off, licking the blood clean off your shoulder.

“You...are mine”, He grunted, his throbbing cock still thrusting into your puffy hole. “Noa's mate only”, you can feel him kissing the bloody mark, then sucking your neck.

Your tears falling down your face, as you felt your pleasure building up in your stomach, as you felt youself squeeze around him. He groaned from the sudden tightness, sweat falling off his forehead, he pulled you up and he finally climaxed inside you.

You felt his warm pool of cum get burried deep inside you, causing you to reach your high. Noa wrapped his arms around your body, slowly thrusting to ride out his orgasm. You shook in his arms, trying to regulate your breathing as you felt your entire body feel fuzzy and warm.

You rested your head behind you on Noas shoulder, finally able to catch your breath, as Noa slow thrusting came to a stop. You both kept kneeling in that position for a minute until Noa carefully layed you down next to him. He pulled you close, been cautious of the big bite mark, not wanting to cause you anymore pain. You buried your face in his chest and finally exhaling. You felt your mate caressing your hair gently, and exhaled a smile. You closed your eyes, feeling yourself drift off to sleep.

Noa looked at the artwork he made on your shoulder, feeling a sort of guilty pleasure forming around his stomach. He doesn't like hurting you, in fact he hastes it, but you were his and his alone. He knew it was irrational, but he couldn't help the feeling of possessiveness when anyone holds you close. Their face so close to your neck they seemed like they were about to mark you filled him with raging jealousy. Its time for everyone in the clan, including his best friend, to realize you're off limits. Youve been marked by Noa now, and your marked for life.

[deadinthefanfics]

Housewardens x Tamaki Suoh!User

A/N: User is gender neutral in these headcanons ^_^ and Kyoya is here as well

Riddle Rosehearts

☆) At First Riddle did not expect the whiplash of when your flamboyant personality enters straight into Heartslabyul and when you spun him around (Kyoya is shaking his head)

☆) " Oh!! Riddle! You are really Host club material! " You say as you pick Riddle up in your arms effortlessly

☆) " Pardon me WHAT!? " He says as his face flustered up as he tried getting out of your grip but you spin him around squealing.

☆) " Ooh!! You are just so cute!! I could just eat you up!!" You say as you started to make Riddle dizzy and just Trey looking concerned at you and Kyoya just giving you an annoyed glance.

☆) Riddle soon collared and scolded you..

Leona Kingscholar

☆) You at first were intimdated by Leona and made it clear to Leona and would dramatically freak out and which Kyoya had to help you not fear Leona.

☆) But when you did warm up to Leona he did regret it since of your dramatic speeches and which Kyoya just snickered when you did do your dramatic speeches to Leona.

☆) Leona sees you as his Idiot and loves it sometimes when you annoy him and becomes snarky when you do your speeches. To leave you now complain..

☆) He sometimes allows you to pet his ears. But definitely Kyoya can whenever he wants to which is almost likely never.

☆) Will get mad when someone other than Kyoya or him insults them and will go make it out of his way that he can only jokingly insult you.

Azul Ashengrotto

☆) When you first see him, you see just another Kyoya. In which that is now a twisted wonderland Kyoya.. Even if there is Kyoya next to you. You compare those two together since they are just the same thing but different font.

☆) " Say.. Mommy dear.. Are you sure you don't have some hidden identity that you hid from me.?? " You asked Kyoya while he gave you a "are you serious" look.

☆) " (Your name) I do not know who you are talking or what you are talking about- " You then pointed to Azul who was trying to prompt someone to sign a contract.

☆) " Ah I see now.. " Kyoya said as now facing eye to eye contact with Azul not even the slightest bit impressed. " So you two are long lost siblings!? " You made up as Kyoya then shushed you.

☆) You get dramatic flashbacks when you see the tweels. And HEAVILY pointed out to Kyoya of Hikaru and Kaoru. " Are you sure those two dopplegangers are just hiding in diguise as merfolk.?? " You said as Kyoya just gave up and left. " Wait don't leave me!! "

Kalim Al-Asim

☆) Kalim is instantly friends with you. It is just common sense that two extroverted people with their recluse and "I am so over it " friends become friends!

☆) You two are just talking together and the whole NRC thinks you two of some power friendship. Two of the most hyperactive and socialble people come together is like a ray of light that can shine from miles away.

☆) Jamil is just standing off to the side making awkward eye contact with Kyoya.

☆) you two would definitely hug eachother a lot.

☆) Kyoya just gives up and stays in ramshackle every time you mention you are going to go see Kalim. In which you should not drag him out.

Vil Schoenheit

☆) He sees you as Rook but without the hunter and stalking personality. In which he likes you for how confident you are and stylish.

☆) He would enjoy and at the same time be annoyed by your over the top compliments you give him. And which you suggest for him to be in the host club...

☆) " Your skin is so silky and soft! As if your face was crafted to be the definition of museum art of beautiful!! Such artwork needs to be shown of to the world!!" You say as you were shining infront of Vil.

☆) Kyoya also find Vil amusing and instead would be your Rook.. Like the observant and listening part. Since you have Rook's personality and Kyoya is as observant to know about anyone.

☆) You two together can make Vil tremble and want to just have Rook and not a split version of Rook.

Idia Shroud

☆) When he sees you and your face he runs away immediately.. And possibly sends out Ortho to go study you.. And your Kyoya sends back Ortho with a bunch of filework for Idia see.

☆) " Nii-san! (Your Name) Suoh's friend Kyoya Ootori threatened to get a restraining order if you send me out to stalk (Your Name) Suoh!" Ortho said handing the stack of paperwork Kyoya gave to Ortho now to Idia.

☆) " WHATT!!! ALL JUST FOR SENDING YOU OUT!? Why must extroverts be the worse things to ever exist on this planet.. " Idia mumbled throwing the stack of papers in the trash.

☆) When you do see him and actually get an interaction with him he was like fidgeting the whole entire time.. And he is going to combust any moment while Kyoya is just watching Idia, squinting his eyes at him..

☆) If you do make Idia warm up to you he would actually not run away or use an Ipad to talk to you! But still HEAVILY nervous around Kyoya.

Malleus Draconia

☆) When you first saw Malleus you got reminded of Mori Senpai.. Just a dragon version. And which you poke his horns to see if they were real. No fear just curiosity

☆) " So you do have horns.. And you are a fae? Are you sure you aren't.. " You were about to say Mori senpai but Kyoya coughed loudly.

☆) Malleus finds you interesting in general of your flamboyant personality and of how hyper and dramatic you are. But is glad you arent scared of him.

☆) He is slightly worried of how dramatic you are sometimes not getting that you are just being dramatic and silly and sometimes assumes you are serious.

☆) Kyoya studies Malleus since he is a fae to see all about Malleus.

☆) Malleus feels a bit iffy around Kyoya and makes it clear since Kyoya now knows that Malleus doesn't feel happy when he is around him since a whole thunder storm is around. But when you appear, its a sunny day.

[all-with-angel]

Cross my heart, I hope you die

Summary: In which you try to avoid the rude, short-tempered and dangerous special grade sorcerer, Sukuna Ryoumen, who happens to also be your senpai. But whatever you do, it seems that he simply never leaves you alone.

❥ Sorcerer!Sukuna x male!Reader, Implied Satosugu if you squint

❥ male! reader, amab reader, rivals to lovers, swearing, light gore, bullying (from both parties), suggestive, reader is described to be using a katana, reader is in their second year while Sukuna is in their third year, yandere/stalker Sukuna

W.C. 3.4k || Masterlist || A.N. When I saw the severe lack of sorcerer!Sukuna, I said fine, I'll do it myself. Inspired by another sorcerer!Sukuna fic I can't find rn... This is my first published fic on here, please be nice! English isn't my first language so kindly tell me about any misspellings/grammar issues. I hope you enjoy ♡

The first time you met Sukuna Ryoumen, you knew—you just knew—he was going to be a problem.

It wasn’t just the way he carried himself, that confident, swaggering arrogance of someone who knew he was untouchable. It wasn’t just the sharp, toothy smirk he wore, or the way his eyes, ringed in crimson, sized you up like you were nothing but an entertaining little nuisance. 

No, it was the fact that he would not leave you alone.

The same day that you had met him, you had been sitting on a bench with Shoko while waiting for Gojo and Geto to finish a mission. It was a lazy afternoon, one that had you playing idly with the hilt of your katana while Shoko smoked and went through her phone, occasionally snickering to herself when a particularly funny post rolled around.

You two sat in that comfortable silence for a while until Shoko had hummed and nudged you out of your daydreaming. “Huh?”

“Take a look,” Shoko tilted her phone in your direction as you squinted to read the text on the small screen. “That ‘curse king’ guy from the Kyoto branch is apparently transferring over here.”

You blinked at the screen, like Shoko had said, it was Yaga telling her to return back to the school as soon as possible with Gojo and Geto to meet him.

Sukuna Ryomen.

You had heard of him plenty, mostly from Gojo yapping about his rival from the Kyoto branch that he had to supposedly keep in check. Maybe that's why he was transferred here. Your mind had supplied, you knew Gojo’s strength was no joke and by logic neither was Sukunas. Rumors, i.e, Gojo had told all of you that he was a massive brute with anger issues who eats women and children– You scoffed at that, as if the higher ups wouldn’t execute a threat like that immediately.

“But it’s trueeee!~ You should really see him, if looks could kill, you would be dead!” Gojo had defended, dramatically whining before turning to his best friend, as if a partner in crime. “Right, Suguru?~ C’mon, back me up here!--”

To which Geto had rolled his eyes as he shook his head. “Satoru, I haven’t even seen him yet.”

“Still! I’ve seen him and my eyes are your eyes! You gotta trust me on this one, c’mon Suguruuuu!~” Gojo had resorted to lightly shaking the raven-haired male, whining as he did so.

At the memory, the two had seemingly appeared out of nowhere as you and Shoko’s focus snapped to the two smiling at eachother like some lovesick idiots. They walked in stride, as Gojo’s arm was resting on Geto’s shoulders. Gojo was practically draping his body weight onto the dark-haired sorcerer, but he didn't seem to mind.

“Finally, I thought you two had ditched us,” Shoko sighed in relief as she put out her cigarette, groaning as she stood up and stretched. “-what were you two up to, anyway?”

Geto looked away, finding the trees much more entertaining, humming with a much too neutral expression. “Ah, well, the curse was-” 

“BO-RINGGG!!!” Gojo exclaimed. “-but! But! But! Me and Suguru had time to have fun instead!” He cheered with a bright grin as he skipped over to you and leaned down far too close to your, or Shoko’s, phone. Perhaps a way to change the subject as Shoko raised a brow. “What’cha got there?”

“Ah, that rival of yours is transferring to the Tokyo branch, Yaga said to meet him at the school–”

Gojo’s eyes shone in excitement, with the fact he had another person to annoy endlessly, and he clapped once, loud and clear. (Also in front of your face, which made you flinch.) “Well! That my dear oh dear classmate, means that we must go! Now! C’mon!!!” Gojo wore that signature grin of his as he dragged all three of you with Blue, rushing to go and see his so-called rival. 

Something in your gut, and every piece of your being told you that this may not end well.

Well, you were right.

You weren’t the type to cause trouble, but you sure as hell weren’t going to let someone walk all over you. And for some reason, Sukuna seemed determined to make your life miserable.

And really, you never asked for this.

Not for the responsibility of greeting some special grade menace that had just returned from a mission, not for standing in a line like some underpaid retail worker waiting to endure a horrible customer. And especially not for meeting Sukuna Ryoumen, the infamous third-year who had a reputation for being a ruthless fighter and a complete asshole.

Yet, here you were.

You were bruised, tired, and not in the mood for anything outside of food and maybe a long nap. Unfortunately, Yaga had other plans.

“I want you all to meet Sukuna Ryomen,” he announced once the four of you were settled back at Jujutsu High.

You barely looked up, not out of fear no, never, but more out of boredom. You just wanted to finally take your lunch break and eat some much-too-sweet convenience store snacks with the others.

Sukuna Ryoumen stood lazily beside Yaga, arms crossed, his tall frame relaxed, but something about him immediately put you on edge. He had sharp edges and confidence, his entire being screaming danger. The tattoos that wound down his arms only made him look more feral, more like a creature that belonged in battle rather than a school hallway. His expression, twisted into something smug, shifted lazily between all of you, like he was already unimpressed.

Geto and Shoko glanced at each other before shrugging. They didn’t care much. But Gojo—oh, Gojo already looked thrilled.

“Sukuna!” he greeted obnoxiously, pushing his sunglasses further up his nose. “Wow, they really let you out, huh? Was it a mistake? Should I call security?”

Sukuna’s eye twitched. “Shut the hell up, Gojo.”

“No need to be so grumpy~” Gojo sing-songed. “Haven’t seen you in, what, a year? You look awful.”

Sukuna was already cracking his knuckles. “Keep talking and you’ll be eating through a straw, Six Eyes.”

Gojo cackled like it was the funniest thing he’d ever heard. That was the moment you made the conscious decision to not get involved.

Sukuna clearly had a history with Gojo—probably some weird family rivalry thing that you had no business being in. So, you tuned them out, stretching your sore shoulders and wondering how quickly you could make an excuse to leave.

But then, Sukuna’s gaze landed on you.

At first, there was nothing. Just a flicker of mild disinterest—he had already decided you weren’t worth his time. But then—then—his smirk faltered, ever so slightly. It was subtle, almost imperceptible, but you caught it. His sharp crimson eyes narrowed, scanning you in a way that made your muscles tense on instinct. Like he was seeing you properly for the first time. And you hated that.

You met his stare head-on, unfazed, and tilted your head slightly. “Something wrong?”

Sukuna let out a quiet huff, something between a laugh and a scoff. “Nah.” His voice was amused, but there was a glint of something sharper beneath it. “You’re just not what I expected.”

“Oh?” You raised a brow. “And what exactly were you expecting?”

Sukuna’s grin stretched wider, something about it entirely too smug. “Someone boring."

You didn’t know what it was about you that made Sukuna suddenly give a damn. Maybe it was because you didn’t react to him the way most people did. You didn’t fawn over him like an awe-struck underclassman. You didn’t shrink under his presence. You didn’t immediately try to challenge him to establish dominance like Gojo did.

Sukuna wasn’t the type to pay attention to people unless they were worth his time. He ignored weaklings, brushed off challenges he found pathetic, and generally acted like the world was beneath him. So at first, you thought maybe he’d forget about you. That his moment of curiosity was fleeting.

It started off small, before it became a problem you couldn’t control.

A passing smirk in the hallway. A casual shoulder bump that was just a little too forceful. A comment here and there, his voice always carrying that teasing lilt that made it impossible to tell if he was joking or if he genuinely thought you were beneath him.

You ignored him at first.

But Sukuna was persistent. It was like some curse had latched onto you, except instead of a monster with rotting flesh and sharp claws, it was a six-foot menace with an ego the size of Japan, rivaling even Gojo’s.

One day, you were minding your own business, heading to a late-night training session when a shadow peeked out from behind you. Actually, scratch that, the shadow loomed over you like a death knell. An omen of many, many years of suffering.

“Your stance is sloppy,” Sukuna’s voice cut in even as you tried to will his existence from entirely disappearing, making you tense with irritation.

You’d whirl around, glaring. “Excuse me?”

“Sloppy,” he repeated, shrugging lazily. “You’re telegraphing your movements too much. Any idiot could see your next move coming.”

You scoffed. “Right. And I should take advice from you?”

“I mean, yeah,” Sukuna smirked. “Unless you wanna keep sucking.”

“Ha, I bet you know alot about that, whore.”

Sukuna scowled, muscles flexing in anger. “Hah? What did you just call me, bastard?”

Sukuna dropped his arms to his side, cocking his head lightly to the side as he glared at you. You hummed mockingly, before fully turning to face him. You took your time to plant the wooden sword you were using into the ground and leaned on it casually before painstakingly blinking up at the fuming pink-haired sorcerer.

“I called you a whore, w-h-o-r-e.” You grinned lazily as you watched Sukuna’s eye twitch and his hands tighten into fists. He laughed. Like, actually laughed in a dangerously low tone. “You really don’t give a shit, huh?”

“Correct.”

His smirk widened. “I like that.”

“Well, I don’t like you.” Your nose scrunched up in disgust at the thought of liking an arrogant prick like him.

“Oh? You sure? You seem pretty into me.”

You scoffed. “Yeah, you got me, Ryoumen. I was actually planning to confess my deep, undying love to you any second now.”

Sukuna replaced his scowl with a dangerous grin, “Go ahead,” He obliged in a condescending tone. “Be my fucking guest.”

You didn’t miss a beat before grabbing one of your knives from your belt and throwing it at his head. He dodged, still grinning even as a thin cut started bleeding on his tattooed face. “That’s the spirit.” You clicked your tongue in annoyance.

At first, you thought maybe if you ignored him long enough, Sukuna would lose interest and move on to his next source of entertainment. He didn’t seem like the kind of guy to focus on anything for too long unless it served his ego or his bloodlust.

But no.

No, of course not.

Because that would’ve been too easy.

Instead, Sukuna had decided that you, of all people, were going to be his new favorite hobby.

It wasn’t just the occasional, casual antagonizing anymore. No, he had upgraded to full-on shadowing your every move like some deranged stalker. Everywhere you went, he was there—leaning against a wall with that smug expression, watching you like a cat that had just spotted a particularly feisty mouse. It was infuriating.

And the worst part? No one else seemed to see a problem with it.

“Maybe he just wants to be friends,” Shoko snickered, lighting up a cigarette like she hadn’t just uttered the most blasphemous thing you had ever heard.

Gojo, the absolute traitor, had just laughed and slapped you on the back. “Sukuna? Friends? Nah, he just likes messing with you. Think of it as a compliment.”

A compliment? A compliment? 

A compliment!!?????

Sukuna was like a parasite, burrowing under your skin, living off your irritation like it was some kind of fuel. No matter where you went, no matter what you did, somehow, he was there. Watching. Commenting. Smirking like he knew something you didn’t. And he was always pushing.

Not just with his words—though those were bad enough—but with his actions. A nudge of your shoulder when you walked past, sending you off course. Snatching your drink and taking a sip, looking you dead in the eyes as if daring you to do something about it. Cutting into your spars with others to correct you—except his ‘corrections’ always came in the form of attacks, meant to prove a point rather than actually help.

The worst part? He was actually good. Annoyingly good.

It wasn’t just that Sukuna was strong—everyone knew that—but he was skilled, refined. Where Gojo had raw, absurd talent, and Geto had calculated control, Sukuna had this terrifying mixture of instinct and experience, like he was born to tear people apart. Every time you fought him, you knew you were improving—but it pissed you off beyond belief because he knew it too. And he loved it.

Sukuna didn’t just want to beat you. He wanted you to acknowledge him, admit he was a monster on the battlefield that could tear you and everything else to pieces. He wanted you to fear him, respect him like the others did, he wanted you to kneel. 

But he could rot in hell before you’d give him that satisfaction.

It reached the point where you started keeping an eye out for him—like prey learning to anticipate a predator’s movements. Your day-to-day was suddenly filled with paranoia, irritation, and a growing hatred so deep you thought you could probably strangle him if given the chance.

It wasn’t even funny anymore.

Not that it ever was, but at this point, Sukuna’s constant presence in your life had gone from ‘mildly irritating’ to ‘downright fucking unbearable.’ It wasn’t just that he was a menace, or that he carried himself with the kind of arrogance only someone with real power could back up—it was the way he seemed to think he was entitled to your time, your attention, your goddamn patience. You’d seen the way he treated others. People either feared him, admired him, or were too busy licking the dirt off his boots to realize he saw them as nothing but playthings.

You were none of those things. And for some reason, that fascinated him.

A reasonable person would have continued to ignored him. Taken the high road. Kept their head down and let Sukuna’s interest wane until he moved on to his next victim.

But you weren’t a reasonable person.

And Sukuna, you had unfortunately found out, was a fucking stalker.

It started out slow, almost subtle. If you didn’t know better, you’d think it was all in your head. A coincidence. You’d see him in the hallways, near the training grounds, in the mess hall—whatever, it was a small school, people crossed paths. But you did know better, and you weren’t stupid enough to believe in coincidences when it came to Ryoumen Sukuna.

You’d turn a corner at Jujutsu High and find him lounging against the wall, arms crossed, smirk in place. He never said anything right away, just watched you with an amusement that made your skin crawl. Then, as if he’d grown bored of the silence, he’d toss out some snide remark—your technique, your stance, your tired-looking face—whatever would get under your skin the quickest.

“Running late? How tragic. Must be hard, being so painfully average.”

“You look like shit. What, finally realizing you’ll never be as strong as me?”

“If you’re gonna keep staring, at least buy me dinner first.”

The last one had been particularly insufferable because you hadn’t even been looking at him. He’d just walked up, gotten in your space, and said it because he knew it would piss you off.

So, naturally, you bit back. You had no problem shoving past him, telling him to fuck off, or throwing a well-placed insult right back at his smug, tattooed face. Maybe that was the problem. Maybe if you just ignored him, he’d get bored.

You tried it, once, ignoring him instead of arguing or actively avoiding him.

You’d finished up a mission, still sore and bloodied, only to walk through the gates and spot him leaning against the entrance, arms crossed like he’d been waiting. 

“Ha, you look like shit, pretty boy,” His voice was a deep, lazy drawl as he looked you up and down, scoffing at the mess that was you. Your uniform was torn in some places, pants stained with red splotches, your hair was a mess and your katana definitely needed some cleaning. “Did you lose a fight with a monkey? Or a curse? Cause you could’ve fooled me.”

You wanted to slam his head into the concrete, you felt your fingers twitch at the thought. No, no, you were too tired to deal with him right now. You walked right past him and straight into the school, making a beeline towards your dorm as you left a few drops of blood in your wake.

Sukuna’s grin dropped, turning into a deep scowl as he watched your retreating figure. His red eyes narrowed at you before muttering to himself. “Tch.”

The next day, your life felt much more free than the last few weeks. You were nearly always under the damning gaze of Sukuna, he glared at you from the other side of the field, shoving you when you two passed in the hallway or scoffing condescendingly at you when you laughed with Shoko. Not that you cared, ofcourse, you continued to ignore the bastard as if he didn’t exist. You hummed and brushed it off whenever Shoko or Gojo had brought it up.

“He’s more pissy than usual, huh?” Shoko remarked, blowing out smoke from her lips and glancing towards you. “You have anything to do with that?”

“Nope.”

“Aww, is my dear friend ignoring his clingy boyfriend?~” Gojo teased, voice pitching up too many octaves like an adult talking to a baby. “Oh, what a travesty! Trouble in paradise!” He dramatically flopped on his back, which meant lying on both you and Shoko’s laps, lanky limbs weighing on the both of you unceremoniously.

You scrunched your nose in disgust at that, scowling at Gojo’s antics as Shoko huffed at the Six eyes user sprawled on her lap. “Shut up, Gojo, go bother your boyfriend instead.” You snarled before shoving him off of you.

He landed on the floor face first with an accompanying Oof! Before quickly turning to lay on his back and whining. “But Suguru is buuuuuuusyyyy!” He flailed his arms and legs around, like a child throwing a tantrum in the middle of a store.

You and Shoko sighed in unison.

You ignoring Sukuna lasted one, quiet and mostly peaceful week before he upped his game. He wasn’t just appearing at Jujutsu High anymore—he was showing up everywhere. You'd be grabbing food from a street vendor, and suddenly there he was, leaning against the counter like he had all the time in the world.

"Didn’t take you for a cheap date," he’d remark, eyeing your meal. You rolled your eyes and turned away after getting your change.

After one particularly rough mission that left you with a nasty gash on your side that was healed thanks to Shoko, you swore you saw him outside your dorm window. You were playing on your gameboy, ignoring the assignments piled on your desk before you noticed two pairs of red, piercing eyes and signature bright pink hair right outside your window. You blinked, and he was gone, but the feeling of being watched lingered long after.

And the worst part?

He wasn’t just some idiot with an inflated ego. He was strong. Incredibly strong. You hated it. Hated that his arrogance wasn’t just empty bravado but something he could actually back up. You’d seen him fight before, seen the way he didn’t just defeat opponents but humiliated them, toyed with them like a cat batting around a half-dead mouse. 

He would transform into that giant hulk of a form, tearing his clothes to pieces as an extra pair of arms grotesquely grew from his sides, flesh and bone pulling itself together while he grinned like a madman. He ripped some of his enemies apart with his bare hands, using his CT when he eventually got bored of them. He was terrible, annoying and arrogant– Atleast Gojo was funny, Sukuna’s only form of humor was either bullying you or watching curses squirm under his gaze.

And yet, as much as you despised him, there was something terrifyingly exhilarating about throwing yourself headfirst into his orbit. Like standing at the edge of a cliff and daring gravity to take you. Shit, you thought to yourself, before pushing those thoughts down, down, down into the depths of your mind.

Part 2 ➠

[moody-alcoholic]

Cross My Heart

Part 6 - How to Infiltrate a Terror Cell

Summary: eventual poly141 x reader. Enemies to lovers, mini fic.

CW: Violence, sexual remarks/touching, use of weapons, description of injuries, implied torture, blood, death.

AN: This one really got away from me. These mini fics are supposed to be 'short' and easy to write.

Previous parts - masterlist - next

AO3

Enjoy <3

It's the worst idea you’ve ever heard. But here you are nodding at Price while he lays out the plan.

“First things first we need to confirm Konni have Alex. Then we focus on Makarov.” 

“I know one of the guards who works in the prison wing. He’ll be my way in.” You explain.

“Makarov will be harder. He's always surrounded by his best soldiers. I can probably find out what he's doing here but as for getting an audience with him or even getting near him it’s going to be next to impossible.” You explain. Price hums laying back on the sofa.

“Find out why he's here then we get Alex out. Rendezvous with the ULF and make a plan from there.” Price says. 

“As soon as we spring Alex that's it. There's no way I will be getting back in there.” You say raising an eyebrow.

“That's why it's important you get as much Intel before getting him out.” You nod standing up. 

“Here.” Gaz says coming over to you and handing you a USB. You take it raising an eyebrow. 

“Plug it into any computer and it will copy all the files over.” He says, you nod at him, he lingers for longer then he needs to. Maybe he’s warming up to you too. 

“When you find Alex, tell him 141 sent you. He’ll know to trust you.”

“Are you sure?” You ask sceptical. You know if they’ve been trying to get info out of him it’s very unlikely he will trust you, or anyone for that matter of fact. You might have to resort to dragging him out.

“I’m sure.” You sigh looking out the window. The sun is coming up. You should leave sooner rather than later, it’s a few miles back to the border, wait any longer and the story you’ve constructed might not make sense. You go over to pull your jacket on.

“I should get going.” 

“We’ll be waiting at the rendezvous point.” price says. You nod looking round the room. Maybe they won’t wish you luck. Maybe they don’t mind if you die, one less thing for them to worry about.

“Good luck.” Gaz calls. That you didn’t expect. You smile at him. 

...

“You said Farah’s forces where moving north not fucking marines.” You snap at your handler, Ivan. He called for you as soon as you made it into the base. It was early morning, most people had gone to meet Makarov's entourage, apparently, the place was running on a skeleton crew. 

Good, easier for you.

“The packages?” 

“Dead.”

“Shit, they were tech specialists, Al Qatala needed them.” 

“Explains why they were shit lookouts.” You mutter under your breath. The other man in the room catches that and you look over at him. You don’t recognise him, he’s barely said a word since you entered the room. Just looks at you now and then from over his laptop.

“Why did they let you live?” He asks, his accent is thicker, he’s not from round here. Maybe he’s not even Russian at all.

“I patched up one of their injured. They let me live.” 

“Which way did they go?”

“West.” You lie. Both the men look at eachother then back down at the map.

“Sakhra?” Ivan asks.

“Makes sense If they have one injured they’ll want to head to a neutral hospital or a ULF. The Americans have been getting too close to the border for my liking.” The other man says shrugging. 

“How sure are you that they're heading west?” 

“I overheard them talking before they left.” You explain.

“Well, I have to deal with a very angry Al Qatala contact. You better get yourself ready. Makarov will have jobs for you I'm sure.” Ivan says. 

“Wouldn't want to fuck them up.” The other man says.

“What's he doing here? Makarov?” You ask as the Ivan turns away. 

“Not really any of your business but let's just say he's planning a nice surprise for the ULF. And now we have an American who knows all their movements there's no way we miss.” The other man says. 

“Has he talked?” 

“Not yet, but he will. The Butchers on his way. A little gift from Al Qatala.” Ivan says. Shit. You have to move quick if you’re going to get him out here it has to be now. You leave the room, closing the door behind you. Before you head to the prison wing you skip into the handlers office. He never locks it, he's going to regret that. 

You plug the USB into the computer and a loading bar starts. You look round the desk, looking at the papers for anything interesting. Your heart is hammering in your chest, you keep looking up to the door hoping no one will come in.

You look back at the PC, it's only 50% done. You start to look through the drawers for anything, even if it is just to keep you busy. You see plans, plans for some kind of weapon. You take them out, folding them up and shove them into your pocket. 

The transfer is almost done. You hear a door close, you’re holding your breath, your hands run over the papers on the desk. You hear the Ivan's voice 90%. You panic, he’s probably coming to his office, you need to distract him. You go round to the other side of the desk leaning against it. You hear a beep on the computer, the USB must be done, you reach over pulling it out and shoving it in the pocket with the papers. 

You only just manage to compose yourself as he walks in. A smile grows on his face. He walks up to you, his hand resting on your hip.

“You’ve got me in a whole bunch of trouble. Least you could do is make it worth my while.” He says, you can smell the vodka on his breath as he leans in to kiss your neck. You don’t have time for this, one of his hands slips round to grab your ass. It’s like he wants to pick you up and put you on the desk.

“Ivan,” you breath as his hand presses dangerously close to the other back pocket. He pulls his mouth off your neck. “I have stuff to do.” 

“Yeah you do.” He says with that stupid grin on his face before pressing his lips onto you. Normally you wouldn’t mind but you’re about to betray him this feels wrong. You push him off you. He huffs crossing his arms.

“I really have to get ready. Besides, don't you have to prepare for our special VIP?” You say, he tips his head to the side you can tell he’s not happy about this. He steps away walking round to the other side of his desk and you turn with him.

“Fuck Makarov, this whole plan is pointless. The American is not going to talk, he’s rushing into this too quickly.” 

“What does he want?” You ask, maybe now you’re alone he’ll give you some more answers. 

“He wants to take over the northern territories.” 

“Of Urzikstan?” Ivan nods. “He’s crazy, he’ll turn Al Qatala against him.” 

“He wants to use it as a bargaining chip.” he says. 

“Not going to be much bargaining if he’s dead.” You scoff crossing your arms. That explains why he’s so nonchalant about upsetting Al Qatala, when Makarov is done, lost techs will be the least of their worries. 

“On top of that he’s got us chasing some military unit helping Farah.” Your stomach sinks. 

“Military unit?” You ask, swallowing the nerves.

“Yeah 141 or something. Anyway, I’ve had people looking for them for weeks. We don’t even know if they’re still in the country.” He says going to type on his computer. You need to leave. Get Alex and leave.

“Well, if I find them I’ll let you know.” You say heading for the door. He chuckles. 

“Hey.” He calls as you’re about to close the door. “You’ll be back later right? I’ve missed you.” He hasn’t missed you, he’s missed sex. You smile and nod at him. 

…

“You look like shit.” Caleb says offering you the last of his cigarette. You take it sucking a deep breath in and letting it calm you. It didn’t take you long to walk over to the prison building, of course Caleb was already waiting for you, he waved at you when he saw you walk through the front gate.

“Heard you fucked your job.” He chuckles.

“Hear a lot with those massive ears of yours.” You say reaching up to flick him. He bats your hand away. “Thought you would be out with the others going to pick up Makarov?” 

“Fuck that.” He laughs, you smile, throwing the butt on the floor and stamping it out. You follow him back into the prison wing. It’s not really a prison, this whole building used to be a school or something, it’s been abandoned for years. Well until Konni and Makarov took it over. 

“Heard you’ve got an American here?” You ask looking round at the shabby built cells. 

“Yeah.” He says pointing down the hall. There are at least two other guards. Hopefully you can get Caleb to turn a blind eye, then you only need to worry about them. And the guards on the gate, and the extra security that will come after you as soon as they know there’s been a break out. 

“Heard The Butchers coming to question him.” 

“Oof, unlucky guy.” He winces. You walk down a different hall with him. There are only a few people in the makeshift cells, most of them are converted offices. 

“Anyway, how did you manage to mess up your job?”

“Marines came in and caught me off guard. No one warned me there were Americans around.” You say sticking to the made up story. 

“At least you’ve been out doing something. Ivan has the whole place on edge with this Makarov visit. Maybe it’s good you came back early. Calm him down.” He jokes nudging you. You roll your eyes. Nudging him back. It’s just sex, mindless stupid sex. And yeah maybe Ivan looks away when you fuck up from time to time, like today. 

“What did he get bored of the cook house girl?” You tease back, Caleb laughs. You walk on a little further mustering up the confidence to ask him. You have to be careful, out of anyone you want Caleb to get hurt the least. You’re going to miss your chats with him. 

“I need a favor.” You say stopping him and gripping his arm. He frowns at you, he seems to sense the unease in your voice looking around before leaning in closer to you. 

“The American. I need to talk to him. 30 seconds alone.” You say trying your best not to sound nervous. 

“Are you crazy? Ivan’s got that shit locked down. No one is allowed to look in his direction let alone talk to him.” Caleb whispers gripping your arm. 

“I’ll deal with Ivan.” You say. “You owe me, remember?” He shakes his head. 

“Not this, they’ll kill me if anything happens to him.” 

“You owe me.” You say again this time gritting your teeth, you don’t exactly have time to negotiate. He sighs looking around. 

“30 seconds. No more.” He says. You smile reaching up and kissing his cheek. 

“Thank you.” He shakes his head and calls the other guards over. You move past them pretending to head for the exit before turning down the hall where Caleb pointed earlier. You take the key off the wall opening the door. There’s a man sitting on the bed. He springs up as soon as you step in.

“I was sent by 141. Are you Alex?” You ask, holding your arms out. He nods, frowning, as well as he can, his head is bruised and one of his eyes is swollen. The few clothes they’ve left him in are drenched through and he’s holding his other arm like it’s broken. “I’m here to get you out. I don’t have time to explain, you just need to trust me.” You say leaving the room. He hesitates a second then follows you. You go over to the guards table and pick up a weapon, loading it and putting another mag in your pocket. 

“Can you walk?” You ask, trying to keep an eye on the door Caleb would have taken the guards through. As soon as they see you they’ll open fire and sound the alarm. You need to leave. You start to head towards the door, clicking the safety off your gun. You quickly look behind you to make sure Alex is following, he is but too slow for your liking. 

Before you can tell him to hurry the door at the end of the room opens. A guard looks at you, his eyes then flick to Alex. You don’t have time to think you bring the weapon up and shoot him. 

Move! Your brain screams. The shot will have alerted people. Alex makes it over you and you practically drag him through the door out into the courtyard. A shot rings out and you pull him round the side of a building. You look back to see Caleb shouting orders as more guards run round. 

You look over at the entrance of the base. It’s close but you have to get over the wall, which means you’re going to have to fight. 

“We’re going to have to hop that wall. Think you can manage that?” You ask as you turn to Alex. He nods and opens his mouth but before he has a chance to say anything more shots ring out hitting the wall where you’re hiding. 

It’s now or never. You jump out from behind the building and sprint across to the wall. You hear Caleb call your name as you throw yourself over the wall rolling down the embankment. You hear Alex groan out in pain, he’s definitely got something broken. You get to your knees watching him writhe in pain. You don’t have time for this. Alarms ring out. Now you really don’t have time for this. You look over to the entrance. The gates are being locked. Great now you’re going to need to get keys. 

At least that's easy to do if the person is dead. You reach over gripping Alex’s arm pulling him to his feet. He cries out in pain, you don’t have time to worry about it as more shots ring out. You can see Caleb running across towards you, you pull Alex over the drain and up the opposite embankment. You let go of his arm to open fire on the guards in front of you. There’s only two of them, at the gate. 

You take cover behind the inspection booth, Alex kneels down beside you. You hand him your gun.

“I need to get a key, cover me.” You say. You don’t know if you trust him, or if he’ll even be a good shot but he’s better than nothing. He nods, you crawl out over to one of the bodies. Shots ring out behind you. Well he’s not killed you yet. You fumble around the guards belt and pockets. Nothing.

“Shit!” you call crawling over to the other guard out in the open. More shots ring out, from in front and behind you. Alex must have picked up a weapon off the guard. You find the ring of keys clipped on the guards belt. Your hands are shaking from adrenaline as you try to unhook them.

“Watch out!” Alex shouts. You don’t get time to look up before someone kicks you in the back. You look over at Alex fumbling with a mag. A shot rings out and he ducks behind the booth just in time. 

“Fuck.” You say pulling yourself to your feet. You’re surprised the person lets you get up. Before you can turn though a pain radiates in your side.

It’s worse than anything you’ve ever felt before. Have you been shot? When you finish turning you see a guard. Before you have time to react his head explodes into and he lands beside you. You look over at Alex, he’s still fumbling with the clip. 

You turn to see Caleb bringing his weapon down to his side, he looks sad, he’s your friend and you're betraying him. You reach down to touch where the pain is. Your head is swimming, your hands feel blood, then cold metal. There’s a knife, you’ve been stabbed.

“No!” you yell at Alex as he comes back from round the booth, his weapon drawn. Caleb holds up the keys, you smile at him. He pushes past you, opening the gate. You stumble over, each step sending shooting pains through your body.  

“You owe me!” Caleb says as he throws his arm around you. You lean up against him as he half drags you into the tree line.

“On the other side of the tree line. There’s a truck.” You say switching to English. 

“Rescue?” Caleb asks in English, you smile crying out in pain as you step over a fallen tree. 

“That's where 141 are waiting.” You say, it’s getting harder to focus, at least the sound of the alarm from the base isn’t ringing in your ears. 

“How do you know 141?” Alex asks as he watches round you, his weapon still drawn.

“It’s a long story.” You say breathless. You want to pull the knife out, it hurts so much. You know you shouldn't though. Not until you have something to pack the wound with. 

“Just keep going.” Caleb says, hitching you up tighter to him as you start to stumble. You can barely see what’s happening, the forest becoming a mix of blurry greens and browns. It feels like you’ve been walking for miles when you hear the engine of a truck. It makes your adrenaline spike, giving you a brief moment of clarity as you make it to the edge of the tree line.

“It’s them!” You hear the familiar Scottish accent. The sun blinds you as you make it through the trees. 

“Shit, what happened?” You hear someone ask, there are more hands on you now. You’re picked up.

“Who are you?” A gun clicks.

“Caleb, friend.” Is all you manage to say. You hear whoever is holding you curse under his breath. You’re pulled into the back of the truck on the floor. It makes you cry out again, your hand going to your wound. There’s banging and clattering. You don't have time to question how they got their hands on an military truck.

“Hey, lass, c’mon stay with us we’ll get you sorted.” It’s Soap. You look out through the back of the truck, you can see Price with his hand on Alex’s shoulder, Gaz taking the weapon out Caleb's hand. Then you see it in the distance, a truck. 

Price notices it too. He helps Alex get in the truck next to you, closing the back.

“Ghost, let's move!” He shouts. Gaz has vanished, you hear a door slam. Price pulls himself in the truck holding his arm out for Caleb. It doesn’t matter though.

Shots ring out, they hit the truck, you see Price duck, then the flash of blood. Caleb's hit, his body goes limp and falls to the floor as the truck pulls away. 

You’re not sure what happens next. Your scream fills the air as you watch Caleb's body get smaller covered in the dirt kicked up by the truck. Someone is pressing your body down. Suddenly Price is leaning over you, more shots ring out hitting the truck. You feel tears stream down your face. You got him killed, the only person you didn’t want to get hurt. 

“Alex! Cover fire!” You watch as Price hands him an AR, they both move down to the end of the truck returning fire. Your body is being flung from side to side as the truck drives out the forest and onto a road. 

You don’t care what happens now, you don’t care if you die. You did your job, you got Alex out. You close your eyes letting out a breath. 

“No, no, no! Eyes open c’mon!” It’s Soap again. Your eyes snap open as he shakes you. The gunfire dies down, maybe you’ve lost them. Maybe they won’t follow you out on a main road.

“Caleb.” You say. “His name was Caleb.” Soap frowns for a second then lets out a sigh. 

“Johnny.” He says. 

“Nice to meet you Johnny.” You smile. He smiles back. You can’t stay awake anymore. Your head is spinning, black spots fade into your vision. He calls out to you, shaking you but you just can’t stay awake. Your last thought is of Caleb as everything goes black. 

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[nevertheless-moving]

Considering the amount of emotional and moral nuance he managed to muster up immediately post Guanyin temple (despite having a terrible week and zero good role models) AND considering his front row seat to the dissection of Jiang Wanyin and Wei Wuxian’s downfall, I think that in a time travel fix-it, Jin Ling would actually be pretty successful at brute forcing yunmeng family therapy.

I mean he'd probably cry, but even that would be good! Because 1) modeling negative male emotions beside anger, and 2) Oh shit that’s shije’s kid we made Shije’s son cry, fuck, fuck! Bam! Instant high ground! Also he has the most authority of any second gen character by virtue of the fact that he could pull “DO YOU WANT MY MOM TO DIE??? BECAUSE YOU TWO ACTING LIKE MORONS IS WHAT GOT MY MOM KILLED! NOW SIT DOWN AND SPIT OUT ALL YOUR FUCKING SECRETS OR MY MOM WILL DIE AND I’LL BREAK YOUR LEGS!!” It would work! Tell me it wouldn't work!

Not to mention once he gets a few sect leader years under his belt, he might be the best person to manage a fix-it, in general. He's got perspective. He's got political training. Others might get too caught up on the specifics of the Wen remnants or the Ying Tiger Tally or Vengeance against One Person or Another — Jin Ling is critiquing the basic structure of how Wei Wuxian and Jiang Cheng are living their lives and he's getting away with it.

He would even be good at dealing with Jin Guangyao, the slipperiest motherfucker in the timeline. Jin Ling's got as good a handle as anyone on his motivations, and he has sincere (if messy) affection for him, which would hit Guangyao right in his weak spot. Depending on your headcanons it may or may not be in vain, but he's got a real chance of getting the man to set some more modest and less destructive life goals.

Similarly, I think he'd do a pretty decent job at a harsh-but-fair critique of Xichen's neutrality and Mingue's rigidity and Huissang's delibrate uselessness, though getting them to listen would be more of a crapshoot.

All of this makes it especially funny how badly he would handle Wangxian.

For context: Wei Ying and Hunguang-jun are not just the gayest people Jin Ling has ever met, they are the gayest people he's ever HEARD of.

He wouldn't want to bring it up. He wouldn't mean to. He doesn't want to talk about it. But when he inevitably calls Wei Ying a slur only to be met with genuine bafflement? Jin Ling would completely lose his shit.

Because I don't think Wei Ying is going to get offended, or defensive, or have a response that his nephew could coherently mock. Wei Wuxian thinks 'hey these time traveling guys are actually pretty funny!' Him and Whom? Not even a serious topic of contention. You got me for a second, haha.

Jin Ling would break. Wei Ying eventually says something the effect of "I'm straight? Obviously?" and Jin Ling would nod once, start screaming, then climb across the table to strangle him.

It's — look. How do you fucking explain that all of the worst moments of your life were, in someway or another, characterized by Wei Wuxian and Lan Wanjii being FLAMBOYANTLY into one another.

The man who saved his life also killed his father and Jin Ling stabs him but it feels awful and — ok Lan Wanjii is cradling Wei Wuxian tenderly. Ok they're just going to go. They're leaving like that. Hunguang Jun was — is — was the Yiling Patriarch's widow, so that's another layer to add onto everything else. Hunguang-Jun is visibly expressing emotions with his face and voice and Jin Ling is going to go throw up now

Jin Ling's kidnapped at the burial mounds and everyone’s lost their spiritual energy and all his friends and family are going to die and — those two are smiling at eachother. They're telling inside jokes. They're holding hands.

Jin disciples (his own clans disciples) just shot at him and and Xiao-shushu really is what people sa— WEI YING SHOUTS ABOUT WANTING TO FUCK LAN WANJII

THEY ARE IN THE MIDDLE OF BEING KIDNAPPED AND HE DOES THIS

Jujiu is bleeding from the stomach and crying he's bleeding and crying his jujiu is doing that and Xiao-shushu caused it and his whole life is a lie and Hunguang Jun and the Yiling Patriarch are visibly groping in a corner.

And then they never stop groping again. Forever.

So yeah, I'm quite confident that if Jin Ling had to be even peripherally involved with coaching Wei Wuxian through a bisexual awakening and homoerotic courtship, he would explode. He would black out with rage. He'd make an honest and embarrassingly unsuccessful attempt at killing Lan Zhan. He would walk into a lotus pond and stay there until he drowned. He'd start heavy drinking. He'd punch a random passerby in the dick.

In conclusion, Need More Jin Ling Time Travel Fics