#short and sweet?

[half-dead-writer]

I figured my problem with not appreciating the gooseboy enough was that I envisioned him dominating me. The solution was me domming him. The moral is I love weak men. Also thru my research I found that Gideon is 5'6 - I'm 5'9 - which made me think of this scenario. I guess that means I'm writing for Gordon too now, huh.

Short King

Gideon does not like you describing him as "small".

character: Gideon Graves / Gordon Goose (Scott Pilgrim Takes Off)

words: 727

reader: gender-neutral

warnings: suggestive

𝔯𝔲𝔩𝔢𝔰 + 𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱 / 𝔖𝔠𝔬𝔱𝔱 𝔓𝔦𝔩𝔤𝔯𝔦𝔪 𝔗𝔞𝔨𝔢𝔰 𝔒𝔣𝔣 𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱

"You're so small," you murmured, looking at your boyfriend, who's currently wrapped in your arms. His head that's been previously resting on your chest whips your way.

"What did you say?" He heard you well, he just didn't believe you had the audacity to point that out.

"I said you're tiny," you continued to tease, clearly in a playful mood. You knew it'd annoy him.

Normally, he would be pissed at someone calling him tiny. However, something about your tone, and the fact that it was you made that thought seem less... annoying. "I'm average height- you're the one who's freakishly tall." He barked back, furrowing his brows. He would threaten to leave, but you knew full well that he wouldn't - he's too comfortable using you as a pillow.

"Keep telling yourself that," a smug smile occupied your face. You dared to carelessly run your hand through his black locks, making it turn random, unflattering direction. If it was any other person, he'd swat your hand away, annoyed at you messing up his perfectly styled hairstyle. But again, he made no move to stop you. He let out a small scoff, trying to look annoyed, but the hint of a smile pulling at the corners of his mouth gave away his thoughts. You weren't that heartless, though, and you regained a bit of his trust by affectionately playing with his hair. He melted under your touch. His eyes closed as a small, nearly inaudible, content hum slipped from his mouth. You were one of the few people who ever got to see him so vulnerable and relaxed.

"You're so annoying..." He replied, but his voice lacked any real bite. The sound of your light chuckle hit his ears, he tried to act displeased, but ended up looking more like an angry cat. Eyes narrowed, with a pout on his face. "Stop laughing."

"Make me." You deadpanned, showing him a competitive smirk and letting go off the strand you were twirling in your finger. His halfly insincere frown got washed away by a cocky grin as he raised himself to sit up. He got ahold of the collar of your shirt, pulling you closer.

"Are you sure about that?" The light reflected in his glasses along with mischief.

"I dunno, are you?" You knew you acted like a brat, fully aware of what reaction it might pull out of him. He supported himself with one hand near your side, towering above you. Your noses were practically touching. "You really wanna play this game, love?"

"You know I do," you admitted bluntly, making the man exhale in amusement. Properly straddling your lap, he pressed his lips against yours in an eager kiss. His hands reached out to pin yours, but you were quick to avoid them, instead holding his sides with your knees and pulling you both onto a different position. He laid under you, obviously disconnected from your lips now, mildly surprised at the situation.

"Brat." He muttered, judging the way you held his wrists above his head. You knew he liked it regardless, seeing the lack of resistance. He wasn't used to people getting the upper hand on him, but he was more impressed than irritated. His eyes travelled over your body, making you speak up.

"Does this mean I won?" You asked, faking the innocent tone. He tested your grip on his wrists ever so slightly. He could free himself in one move, but for now, he wanted to see what you would do. He cocked his brow, tilting his head in a taunting manner. "Maybe. Who's to say I don't like being pinned to the bed?"

His response forced a light chuckle out of you. You were merciful enough to grant him a bit of affection, but the soft feeling of your lips on his didn't last long. You pulled away after the quick peck, leaving him a bit dumbfounded. He stared at you like a lost puppy, seeing you get off the bed, satisfied from successfully messing with him.

"I'm starving. If you make us some sandwiches, we could continue talking about pinning you to bed," you showed him a light 'come hither' gesture, looking over your back with a smile before heading into the kitchen. He adjusted his glasses, narrowing his eyes in a smirk and mumbling under his breath.

"Difficult as always."

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Well, seems the next part is actually gonna be a bit shorter than the last, guess that's the power of having a script for everything and not mumbling of the dome. Still don't know when I gotta finish it, have quite a lot of editing to do and don't wanna cheap out like last time (but lets see if my lazyness wins again) Anyways, stay tuned, the iceberg will hit soon...

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[sukunasteeth]

Sukuna has never said no to you.

It didn’t matter what the request was, simple or complicated, easy to fix or a days-long job, Sukuna was always at your side, completing the task as fast as he needed to to keep you satisfied. He would love to deny it, you’re sure, but evidence proves time and time again that he puts your needs and wants at the top of his priority list. 

And you were curious how far you could go with it.

The two of you are sitting in your underwear at the breakfast nook, warming yourselves in the bay window while the morning sun starts on the leftover night time chill. It wasn't quite time for breakfast, still too early for the both of you. In the meantime, you sip on your morning brews, preserving the comfortable silence. Sukuna is flipping through the day's newspaper, his eyes are groggy with sleep and he hasn't said more than a handful of words to you yet. He wasn't a morning person.

You were starting to change that.

"Kuna," You call to him, nudging him with your foot from your corner of the window bench.

"Hmm?" He doesn't look up from the paper, but his hand reaches down and grabs your foot, pulling it into his lap. His thumbs start to subconsciously knead at your muscles.

"I want these." You hold up your phone, which you had previously been scrolling through in an attempt to find something ridiculous for this exact moment. You were sure you had found it, something even Sukuna would find unnecessary. 

And yet, he merely glances at your screen, takes in the sight for all of two seconds, and then returns his attention to whatever news article he was in the middle of.

"My wallet's on the counter." He clears the sleep from his throat not sparing a second look. 

You blink at him in surprise.

"D-Did you even see what it is?" You flip your phone around to make sure you were displaying the correct thing. 

Sukuna is frowning before he looks up again, curious at your persistence. He gently cups your hand, bringing it only a minuscule amount closer to examine your screen a second time. 

You were on one of the most luxurious brand’s websites, showing him an incredibly regular pair of panties, no straps, no details, all black- with one of the most outrageous price tags you had ever seen for something so ordinary. 

Sukuna cocks a brow at you over your phone, "Can't imagine you need more panties when you're constantly stealing my boxers. But whatever, hand it over. I know my card number-"

"Kuna," You interrupt him with a surprised laugh, holding fast to your phone when he tries to pluck it out of your hands, "they're a thousand dollars."

He glances back, his eyes focusing lower on the screen where you know the price tag to be. The newspaper in his hands drops down, momentarily forgotten by what he sees. For a moment, you think you've found his limit.

"Wait, are those red one's assless?" He points just below the price, where the recommended products are depicted. "Get those too."

You drop the phone down so that he meets your eyes, which are wide with shock.

Sukuna always took care of you. Always insisted on being the provider of any single thing that you may need; a warm meal, a soft bed, anything your eyes twinkled at that was available for purchase- even if you would never think of buying or owning it. Granted, you never wanted much in terms of material possessions, so you didn't realize the true extent of Sukuna's leniency until now.

It was slightly intimidating, and part of it felt wrong. Sukuna had money, plenty of it, but that didn’t mean he should feel the need to spend copious amounts of it on you just because you could ask him to. He was giving you too much power, it felt like.

You huff through your nose, frowning at him, which only has him tilting his head further to the side in question.

You ignore it, setting your phone onto the window seat and crawling your way closer to him, until you can gather up his face in your hands and lock his gaze into yours.

He glares at you past smushed cheeks, but doesn't make a move to break free of your hold, humoring you. "The hell are you doing-"

"You know you don't always have to say yes to me?"

Now that has him taken aback. His mouth automatically opens for a witty response, but your question seems to have effectively taken the words from his mouth. You can see the cogs in his head turning, and what you wouldn't give to peer inside his mind and hear his thoughts.

It takes him a moment, but eventually that familiar confident smile stretches across his sleepy face. His hands seem to instinctively slide their way up your bare legs until his fingers grip your hip bones, pressing into you. 

He hums, "When have you ever said no to me?"

You scoff, ready to give him a prime example, but end up coming up short. The two of you loved to tease each other with disobedience, but in the end you were eager to give Sukuna anything his heart desired. You loved to please him, it was one of your favorite things to do, in fact.

"You never ask anything ridiculous of me." You remind him, smiling as one of his warm hands slides back down your waist and dips into the pair of his boxers you were sporting that day. 

"You know what's ridiculous?” His voice wraps around your throat, and suddenly has you swallowing past the delicious grip. You're folding into him before you even realize it, at the mercy of his calloused hands. "The implication that I wouldn't do just about anything for you."

You can't help but sigh hopelessly, although it comes out as a desperate noise that pleads him for more. You really were all his, just like he loved to tell you.

"Now hand me your phone." It's a whisper, coaxing you. "I wanna see you in red."

You can’t say no. 

At least it was mutual.

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[mammonsrockstargf]

“Whatcha doing?”

“I’m hiding,”

...

“Can I join?”

It looks comical, the way Mammon tries to fit inside your closet as well. There’s barely room for him, but somehow he manages to squeeze his long limbs into the small space. Once he’s sat, he turns his head slightly to look at you.

“Who are we hiding from?”

His blue eyes practically light up the place, and you can feel the heat radiating from him. Tentatively you inch a little closer and he opens his legs so you can slot between them, your back against his chest. You lean into the embrace, letting him wrap his arms around you. You can feel the beating of his heart next to your ear.

“I don’t know,” you mutter. You watch the wall of the closet, eyes trailing the curves and patterns of the wood. “Everyone,” you say.

Mammon hums. He presses a gentle kiss to your hair. You grab a hand from your waist, deciding to play with his fingers instead. In difference from his usual white, they’re painted the colour of your eyes. Yours matches with a mix of blue and yellow. All stolen from Asmo of course.

(He let you steal them. Mammon was not very discreet. You had to make up for it with a spa day the next weekend.)

Slowly you interwine your fingers with Mammon’s, leaning back to rest your head on his chest and closing your eyes.

“Were ya hiding from me too?”

...

“No, I would never hide from you.”

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