#sugo x reader

[thewritetofreespeech]

Hello! Could I request Teppei Sugo x female reader girlfriend, where Sugo struggles with his latent criminal status even after he has no more limitations as before (as we see in the last seasons).

With his status he won’t be able to have a normal life as being able to marry or do holidays and he doesn’t know what will happen to him when he won’t work anymore as an special investigator

Thank you!

It was very late, but Sugo couldn’t sleep.

His mind was restless, even as his body tried to lay still. Too much thought of the future going on in his head.

When he was in the army, his life was a singular focus of the future. To get through deployments you had to think about what was beyond it. Past this last ruck. Past this last hurdle. Now his life was a singular focus on the now, as he had no future.

Sugo raised his hand and stared at it, focusing past it towards the sealing fan. Since his fall, he knew his future was non-existent. To be an Enforcer was the best option allotted to him. However, Sugo knew that even that life was limited. Enforcers didn’t live long, as they were the front lines, or outgrew their usefulness and were sent on.

Then he was recruited by the MFA. A reprieve from the government, but not real freedom. How long would that last, he wondered? How long before his usefulness for this job ran its course and he was just a latent criminal again? How long before his future was gone again?

Sugo rolled his head to the side to stare at his partner beside him. Asleep. Peaceful. They have no idea of his spiraling thoughts or where they lead him. He felt selfish every time they were together. What future could he possibly offer someone like them? What kind of life, chained to a man of such limited opportunity, could he give someone as wonderful as them? Certainly not one they deserved.

Sugo rolled over and wrapped his arms around [Y/N]. They curl into him immediately in their sleep, and he held them close. His future might be desolate in terms of prospects, but all he knew was that his future was right here in his arms. Everything, or at least he hoped, would work out past that.

[hsr-texts]

Hi hi!!! May I request either Sampo or Jing Yuan with a gullible reader?

Not anything malicious, but like that one post that was like "My sister once told me that the wrapping in hershey's kiss can be eaten and I've eaten that for a while 😭😭" "Yes you can eat them!!" "wait what" "Why would you believe that again 😭😭" type of thing hehe (if you repeat it enough times they'll believe it)

✎ gullible reader :: sampo edition

❥ notices :: warning for mentions of unsavory business practices!

❥ taglist :: @donaldthrts @ashhh-14 @missotaku34 @tighnarismm @ablondehoe

[gentiliana]

what’s w the lack of content of this boy 😭 where are the fanfics ….

miri u will always be famous

[nc-vb]

𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐓𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭

this is a repost from my old blog! and also the first fic i wrote for tumblr lol.

pairing -> vinsmoke sanji x reader

notes -> feminine terms (mellorine, mademoiselle); kind of based off of a scene from that vr one piece game; y/n is a new straw hat member i guess + her noble family kinda sucks; kind of rushy bc i didn’t feel like writing a backstory lol; honourifics are used; maybe a little suggestive…? just in case

wc -> 1.2k

“What a cute kitchen!”

Your eyes can barely contain their sparkle as you take in the final room of the tour. Smiling, you’d realize it’s already occupied by the light chopping sounds coming from the left of the entrance. You approach him from behind, tapping him on the shoulder. “There you are, Sanji-san,” you’d gently called, not wanting to startle him in the middle of his food prep.

“Ah, _______-chan!” Throwing a careful grin of his own over his shoulder to you, he sets down his knife at the edge of the cutting board to turn completely around to you. “I was wondering when you’d make your way in. You’re just in time – I’m making lunch!”

“I’m sorry it wasn’t sooner,” you apologize with a small laugh. “I think Nami was just a little… excited? Relieved? That she wasn’t “the only woman” on the Merry anymore, I mean. Her grand tour felt more like a tea date.”

“No apologies necessary; making you feel at home with us comes first. Do you?” he asks.

“I do,” you reply easily. “Our captain encouraging me to toss a chair at my window to escape was probably one of the first signs of that one for me.”

Sanji chuckles. “I’m glad. Well, what do you think?” He raises his arms from his sides, inviting you to take in his safe haven.

“It’s quite lovely, as I suppose kitchens normally are?” You glide your fingers across the island, enjoying how smooth the surface had felt on your skin. “This is my first time being inside one.”

“Your first time?” Sanji repeats, genuinely shocked.

Nodding, “I was never allowed inside ours,” you explain. “My parents were… very conservative and traditional in their ways. It may have stemmed from them being apologists of the World Government and the Celestial Dragons, but they always said that entering such places would be beneath our name.” You sigh deeply. “I always knew they were wrong.”

For a moment, Sanji is quiet, the slight tapping of your shoes and the bubbling of the boiling liquid in the pot overtop the stove the only sounds filling the room.

“I didn’t know you were also the chef until Nami mentioned it in her tour,” you add, your voice soft. “How wonderful.” You sniff the air, your lips quickly rising once more in appreciation of the scent filling the kitchen. “Wow… That smells incredible.”

Sanji’s lips part in awe at you, watching you move closer toward the stove. Not wanting to hang your head directly over the pot, you waft the vapour closer to you, inhaling deeply.

“What do you call this, Sanji-san?” You gesture into the pot. “I’m not sure I’ve ever had this before.”

“… it’s called Sugo all’amatriciana,” he says, making his way to join her side. “A sauce made of tomatoes.” From the drawer to the right of the stove, Sanji steals a spoon. “Panchetta. Pecorino romano.” Having given the sauce a stir with a ladle, he dips the spoon inside to scoop some up. “Onion and garlic.” A hand cradling beneath the spoon’s curve, “and a bit of basil.” He lowers it toward you, and your blink. “Try it.”

“Really? Could I?”

Sanji’s lower lip curls inwards, pinching the inside flesh between his teeth when you lean forward to blow lightly on the sauce. Lips parted, you barely release a breath, one just strong enough to begin cooling it, before taking it into your mouth and sucking back the contents in the spoon.

“Sanji-san… this is delicious!!” you gush after a moment spent savouring the flavour. “It’s the perfect amount of garlic, and the pecorino tastes so fresh–” You hum almost excitedly at the leftover flavour on your tongue. “You really are such an amazing chef.”

Sanji’s grip on the handle falters, the metal slipping from between his thumb and forefinger and clattering to the floor, his other hand coming up to clap over his own mouth. Immediately, you’re turning to the cook with worry.

“Sanji-san, what’s the matter?” you ask, reaching out to him. “Did I say something wrong? I’m sorry if I did, I-I–”

“I…” You frown, the skin of your forehead bunched together in concern. “I just didn’t expect you to be so cute.”

“C-Cute?!” you exclaim, your face instantly exploding with heat.

Sanji swears his entire body stalls at your expression; like a set of cogs that’s lost one of its gears, the chef goes still, but his heart continues to pound beneath his ribs. As you attempt to collect yourself, Sanji slowly extends his hands out toward you, and places them on your shoulders.

“San… ji-san?”

“______,” he practically whispers, head tipped down toward yours. You swallow, nerved by the intensity in his one visible eye. “You really are the cutest.”

“I-I… Sanji…”

This time, your warmth is contained to your cheeks. Sanji’s smile is sweet, crooked with the relief of not being pushed away by his new female crewmate or battered on the head by them. The gentleness in your eyes entrances him, and before he can control himself, the young cook leans forward toward the young deckhand, his eyes shut and lips searching for yours. A small breath escapes you before you’re able to reel it in—it would be your first kiss. Your first kiss with, practically, a stranger. And yet, you can’t bring yourself to pull away— it’s actually quite the opposite.

Hands having risen to balance your trembling body against him, they press into the lapels of his blazer, your fingers winding around them to give him a slight tug toward you. Eye swirling with adoration, Sanji is quick to fit his lips to yours, his own hands respectfully daring to come up to rest above your hips. With a small sigh, you press into him just a little more firmly, a little more curiously, steadily becoming more and more listless the longer your kiss goes on, and despite the loss of air in your lungs, you discover it to be difficult to pull away from Sanji, your hands releasing his suit and travelling to hold him to you by his nape.

The sharp hitch of your breath should have acted as a sign that you should pull away, that you should break to breathe, but you couldn’t bear to let him go. Feeling the tip of your tongue suddenly dart along his lower lip, tasting the faintest hint of tobacco that had lingered from his last cigarette, Sanji chuckles into your mouth. Cheeks flushed and chest heaving, he gently insists on bringing you back down to earth with a subtle tap against your side that has your eyes opening. Finally, you part from him, sucking in a breath so deep that it nearly has you choking on it.

“M-Mellorine, mellorine,” Sanji calls to you over your heavy panting, a hand rising from your hip to tilt your chin toward him, “you have to breathe at some point, no?”

“I-I… I… guess…”

Sanji blinks at you, his own face flaming once again. Did she sound… disappointed? His hands, warm and slightly calloused at the tops of his palms, slide around to hold your face in them.

“I adore your enthusiasm, mademoiselle, but if you pass out, I can’t kiss you how I want to.”

© nc-vb 2023 please don’t repost! reblogs & comments are always appreciated.

[cnnmairoll]

Are reqs still open? I've been meaning to request smth from you for a while but college and gym has kept me busy 😭 I had an idea that an hsr guy would serenade reader outside their balcony (harana style). My head is too empty rn bc I just got back from the gym and I'm like real tired so I can't figure out which guy this would be best for but i trust ur judgement and think you'll do fantastic with whatever ypu come up with!! ❤️🩷❤️🩷❤️ -passes out-

♡ hsr-texts

Harmony in the Moonlight

Pairing : Caelus x Reader Genre : Fluff a/n : MY PARTNER HASN'T RESPOND TO ME YET UEUEUEUE (he's Filipino so I needed his knowledge abt this, he's on hiatus) So this is based on the research I did, IM SORRY IF THIS ISNT ACCURATE (◞‸◟；) But Hi Sugo! Hope you're doing well, thanks for requesting!

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦. In the quiet town where you lived, life flows steadily like a serene river, each day passing in peaceful rhythm. But all that changed the day a certain group of travelers arrived. Among them was Caelus, a young man with an air of mystery and a heart of gold. He was accompanied by his two friends, March and Dan Heng, who each added their own unique touch to the unfolding story.

From the moment Caelus first caught a glimpse of you, he felt a spark, an inexplicable connection that tugged at his heartstrings. It wasn't long before he found himself drawn to you like a moth to a flame, unable to resist the gravitational pull. He was known for his composed and impartial demeanor, but his heart held a flame of chaotic good that yearned to be set free.

As he embarked on his mission alongside his companions, his thoughts often wandered to you. He'd pause in the midst of battles and explorations, offering remarks that ranged from serious to humorous, all while holding a far-off look in his eyes. His friends couldn't help but notice his distraction, but they chose to support him in his silent pursuit.

One night, as you went about your business in your room, the gentle tinkling of a rock hitting your window shattered the tranquil ambiance. Your heart skipped a beat as you cautiously approached the window, hesitantly pulling the curtains aside. And there, on the ground below, stood a trio that would forever imprint itself upon your memory.

Caelus flashed a quick, lopsided smile, a glint of mischief sparkling in his gaze. "Evening, if I might say," he greeted in his characteristic way, his voice calm yet oddly animated. "I hope we're not interrupting anything of utmost importance."

You couldn't help but chuckle softly at his peculiar choice of words. "Not at all," you replied, curiosity piqued. "What brings you here, Caelus?"

Dan Heng, standing a bit apart from the situation, had his arms crossed and looked completely disinterested. March, on the other hand, had her camera at the ready, her eyes shining with excitement.

With a signal to his friends, Caelus took a step forward, March and Dan Heng springing into action. The gentle strumming of the guitar began to fill the air, accompanied by March's sweet, harmonious vocals.

Caelus took a deep breath, his eyes never leaving yours. "They say the stars above can never tell a lie," he sang, his voice a rich, melodious tenor that carried the weight of his emotions. "Well, my dear, they've missed one thing—they've never seen your eyes."

Your heart danced to the rhythm of his words, his voice weaving a tale of admiration and affection. His eyes, so often veiled by his enigmatic expressions, now held a vulnerability that took you by surprise.

"As the night unfolds, and the world turns dark and deep," he continued, the sincerity in his words wrapping around you like a warm embrace. "I find solace in the thought of you, my heart's secret to keep."

March's camera clicked softly in the background, capturing the essence of this intimate moment. Dan Heng, though seemingly detached, had a softness in his gaze as he listened to Caelus's serenade.

Caelus paused for a moment, a half-smile tugging at his lips. "Though I stand here with friends in tow, my words are mine alone," he confessed, his voice carrying the weight of his feelings. "For this night belongs to us, the tale of love unknown."

The final chords of the guitar echoed through the night, the silence that followed carrying the remnants of Caelus's heartfelt serenade. His companions exchanged subtle glances, a mixture of amusement and sentimentality passing between them.

As the last notes faded, Caelus's gaze remained locked onto yours, an unspoken question lingering in the air. His heart laid bare in the moonlight. March and Dan Heng exchanged knowing glances, their expressions a blend of encouragement and support.

The moment stretched, time seeming to stand still as you looked into Caelus's eyes, feeling a connection that defied explanation. And in that silence, a single thought echoed through your mind – a thought that would shape the path of your own story: sometimes, amidst the chaos of life, the most unexpected melodies can play the sweetest tunes in the chambers of the heart.

[simpforchuchu]

Okay then, hope it works for you! So... at some point post S3, Sugo and Gino are living together (platonically, romantically, just to save rent - your call). And Sugo invites the whole PSB/SAD gang over for dinner without consulting Gino... and now Gino is going crazy trying to make so much food! And there's a disaster and just when things couldn't get much worse, the gang shows up. And you can write what their reactions are and what they do to fix the situation? Please and thank you!

Gino x Sugo : food disaster

A/n: FINALLY A PSYCHO PASS REQUEST NXJDJFJ YESS IM SHIPPING THEM TOO, THANK AND I HOPE YOU LIKE IT 😍

Sorry for the grammer or spelling mistakes.English is not my main language so...

Thank you and love you 🥰

Warnings: none

"Hey, honey. I'm home."

Hearing Sugo's voice, Gino called out from the kitchen. "I'm in the kitchen!"

Smiling at his lover's voice, Sugo went to the kitchen and hugged his lover behind and leaned his head on his back. Gino continued to cook the food on the stove, smiling at Sugo's reaction.

"I'm going to tell you something, but please don't be angry" Gino turned around at what he heard and raised one eyebrow. Sugo smiled and said it in one go. "I invited the whole team and PSB to dinner. It has suddenly happened, I'm really sorry."

Gino was unresponsive for a few seconds and smiled nervously. "You know the inspectors and Ko don't get along, are you sure?"

“As long as Hanashiro is here, Ko will not be a problem. And Akane is coming too.” Gino nodded and grunted. "We need more food."

...

Hours passed and Gino was running around in the kitchen. He was giving orders to Sugo, he was in a constant state of panic. When the doorbell rang, he dropped the bottle in panic and sighed in anger. Sugo laughed at his lover's condition and put his hand on his shoulder.

"Please go open the door, I'll take care of this place."

Gino shook his head and went to open the door and saw Akane and Kogami in front of him. He smiled at them, took the bottle of wine Ko had handed him and thanked them. Kogami was about to ask for it, and he laughed nervously at the smell he got.

"Gino, could something be on fire?"

Gino looked back in panic, and when he saw the smoke coming out of the oven, he ran into the kitchen. Sugo, who was sweeping the glasses on the floor at that time, also came to the oven and they quickly took the food out. As Gino looked at the food he took out of the oven unhappily, Kogami was laughing while Akane was trying to silence him.

Gino squinted angrily. He could barely stop when he looked at him.

"My wonderful recipe..."

Sugo smiled and cupped his lover's cheek. "Okay, let's have pizza tonight okay? Don't worry please"

"Can we make sure you don't burn the pizzas, too?"

They both laughed when Gino jokingly patted Kogami's shoulder, and with the knocking door, Sugo went to open the door. Gino whispered to Kogami when the new inspectors entered the door.

"Just don't burn anyone Ko" They both laughed.

[just-a-quirkless-loser]

The Days of Your Youth

Young Enji Todoroki x F! Reader

Hanahaki Trope + BNHA Universe

Words: 5.9k

Warnings: Angst, Enji is an asshole, sexual content, A bit of the redemption arc at the end, graphic descriptions of violence, Characters are 18+

Asagao flowers bloom so beautifully in Sakai; what a shame that Musutafu is four hours away from those gorgeous flowers. So, you knew whenever Enji came bearing the dark blue edged flowers with purple insides, that he had endured the voyage to get them. It was small things like this that made you fall in love with him. If only you didn’t, then maybe you'd still be alive.

The two of you met in your youth when you both attended U.A. High School, both of you having dreams of being the number one pro-hero for the next generation. You hated him at first, which is understandable seeing as he’s brash and cares for no one but himself. He always argues with you, he doesn’t hold back during training, and he has an unhealthy obsession with your childhood best friend Toshinori Yagi, known to the public as All Might.

Your quirk was strong, the ability to heal from any wound and regeneration of your limbs but, he made you feel trivial in comparison to him.

“You can take a bullet, great. How useless that would be in a battle with a villain? You can’t even inflict any damage,” his words stung. All your life, you’d been ridiculed as having a “rescue” quirk, always being told that you’d never have the chance to fight “real villains.” You wanted to prove them all wrong...although, you didn’t prove anything in the end.

Because of the nature of your quirk, you were often paired with Enji whenever it was time to spar. He’d hit you with his fire, blistering your skin with no mercy. He’d knock your teeth down your throat, making you cough blood at his feet. He’d choke you with your own support weapon, making you feel weaker than what you thought you were. He made your life a living hell. So, how did you fall in love with him?

Your love didn’t happen overnight. Actually, the relationship between the two of you changed drastically after that day. The day is clear in the archives of your mind, almost like you’re watching a movie through your own eyes.

“Are you sure you can handle Todoroki today?” you were walking to the training rooms with Toshinori Yagi. He loomed over you as he glanced anxiously at the man in question. Everyone knew about the obvious tension between the two young men however, that day was different. Something primal was lurking in Enji’s glance whenever he looked your way.

“Regeneration, remember? I’ll be fine,” you pat the large man on the back. “Plus, I don't think he could kill me even if he tried.”

“I’m just worried. He’s off today. More confrontational.”

“He’s like this every day, Toshi. He’s probably just on his man period or something.”

“...Y/N, you do now men don’t have menstrual cycles? Right?”

“Yes, Toshi, you’ve told me dozens of times. It’s just a metaphor...till I can get some proof,” he facepalms as you rub your hands together to mimic scheming hands. “He’ll have to take his clothes off eventually.”

“You’re a menace to society; I love it,” you lean against each other as you laugh, attracting the attention of your classmates. “But, seriously, I’m worried.”

“Toshi, I will be perfectly fine. What’s the worst that can happen?”

***

“More! Get up,” you were gripping the right pant leg of Enji’s training suit, trying to pull yourself up to face him again. You body begged you to stay down but your mind -your pride- forced you up. The right side of your face was scorched. One of your eyes was missing from its socket. The guns you normally wield for support were thrown elsewhere, leaving you vulnerable to his onslaught. “You’re pathetic. U.A. isn’t meant for the weak. You don’t belong here with us.”

“You don’t get to tell me where I belong,” you charge to attack, switching your technique at the last minute so you could throw a hard jab to his abdomen. He countered with raising both of his fists above his head in a gorilla fashion and slammed them down on your spine, once again taking you to the mat. But, this time you heard a crack from your spine.

“I don’t know why you waste my time. Sensei just needs to let Yagi and I fight,” you laid at his feet paralyzed. However, the inability to move doesn’t hinder your ability to speak.

“Awww, Todoroki, you miss your boyfriend? I knew you had a hard on for him,” and, while you felt there was nothing wrong with being homosexual, you knew Todoroki was a traditional man who wouldn’t want a rumor like that to be spread. You snicker at his silence. “Must be true if you haven’t denied it.”

Words are meaningless if he can show you with his actions. He wastes no time dropping to his knees so he can lean over you, pushing you into your back as he slaps your face from side to side.

“You,” smack. “Have,” smack. “Issues,” smack.

“ENJI,” you hear Yagi yell in the background as rushes in to save you from your beating. Toshinori’s strong hands pull Todoroki up by the scruff of his neck, looking at the bloody mess your body has come to be, checking to see the rise and fall of your chest before he deals with the man he’s holding. “You could have killed her!”

“She can’t die,” to prove his point, Enji encircles your form with a ring of Fire, the smoke clogging your lungs as your skin is barely holding its form. However, you don’t feel the familiar tingling sensation of your regeneration.

“It doesn’t matter if she can’t die. She’s still human!”

“I’m making her stronger.”

“You’re abusing her,” they both glance down to see that you’ve stopped twitching. You look like you’ve been hit by a land mine: body bloodied, bones exposed, missing limbs. The smoke has cover you in a fine layer of soot, the particles of your own flesh smothered in your nose. “Fuck, Y/N? Y/N?! ANSWER ME! PLEASE! SENSEI!”

There’s only a few things you can recollect clearly. You were rushed to the hospital and you could hear the urgency in Yagi’s voice. If you closed your eyes long enough, you could still see your Sensei’s face looming over yours as he tried to get your attention. The smell of Enji still invades your nose whenever you remember how he sat next to you in the ambulance. You think he felt guilty for letting his desire to measure up to Yagi blind him once again. It’s just a shame that you had to be beat close to death’s door for him to feel remorseful.

You awoke to an obnoxious beeping to your left, a throbbing pain in you head, and a nuisance fire wielder to your right (you had to do a double take to make sure he didn’t beat the sense out of you).

“You’re awake.”

“No thanks to you,” he winces.

“Let’s just be thankful you’re alive.”

“Unfortunately.”

“That wasn’t a funny joke.”

“Who said it was a joke?” you spot Asagao flowers on your bedside. “Who brought the flowers?”

“I did.”

You move to sit up but hiss and grab your side. “Welp, that’s new.”

“Take it easy,” Enji rises and gingerly presses you back into the bed.

“You expect me to believe you spent eight flowers just to bring me flowers?”

“Yagi told me they’re your favorite. I figured it’d be a good way to start amending for what I’ve done.”

“You almost killed me. All because you have a superiority complex that I’ve done nothing to fuel. And, you call yourself a future hero?” you snort. “Oh, wait, let me correct myself, you call yourself the future NUMBER ONE hero!?” you turn to face him so he can’t escape your eyes. “Everyone’s right about what they say about you. You’d do anything if it meant you’d have a chance at facing Toshinori. You don’t care how many people get hurt in the crossfire. As long as you win this competition Toshinori doesn’t even know he’s a part of,” you laugh at the irony.

“What part of ‘I'm sorry’ do you not understand?” Enji growls as he pushes your body into the hospital bed, face coming to stare you down.

“What part of ‘you almost killed me’ do you not understand?” you return his energy with a sneer. “You don’t intimidate me; I’m not some bitch that will tuck her tail and run just because you try to throw a hissy fit.”

“You’re playing with the wrong person, little girl,” he fingers caress the side of your cheek.

‘Once again, this dude has issues.’

“I’m definitely playing with the right person. You need someone to knock you down a few pegs,” and this was when the doctor came to check on your condition, catching Enji and yourself so close that your foreheads were touching. His hands were parted on the sides of you as he puffed out some smoke through his nose.

“Sorry, lovebirds. I should’ve knocked. I’m Doctor Sugo and I have a few questions,” you nod in comprehension.

“Fire them off,” you intentionally use those words to make Enji tense. After years of verbal, physical, and psychological abuse, this was your opportunity to exact your revenge.

“You came in with extensive burns, missing limbs, choking around your neck, blackened lungs, and, it looked as though you died from asphyxiation. Your sensei notified us of your quirk, however, your behavior was reckless and had unforeseen consequences. I doubt you burned yourself alive. Did someone try to kill you?” this was your chance to end Todoroki’s chance of being a hero and end this silly game he’s created in his mind. It would’ve been easy.

“No, we were sparring and it got intense. Enji wanted to stop but I’ve been pushing my quirk limits to the maximum with the coming of our graduation. He lost control of his quirk,” you’ve never been the type to do things the easy way. “I apologize for the trouble my actions have caused.”

“Are you sure this wasn’t a young-domestic abuse situation?” he eyes Enji’s burly frame.

“No, Enji would never hurt me,” to prove your point, you intertwine your fingers with his and kiss the back of his hand, maintaining eye-contact with him. He blew more puffs of smoke into your face.

“In that case, I’ll notify your Sensei of what happened. Just let me check your vitals and I’ll leave the two of you to talk,” the whole time the doctor was in the room, Enji kept blowing smoke. You figured it was something he did when he was uncomfortable but, you couldn't be sure this was the first time you witnessed something like that in person. You both waited a couple of seconds after the doctor left before you continued the actual conversation.

“What the fuck was that?”

“That’s the first time I’ve ever heard you cuss...Do it again,” he gives you a pointed look.

“Answer the question.”

“For someone that’s ranked at the top of your class, you’re pretty dense. It’s simple; I’m blackmailing you.”

“Why?”

“Because, you need to be held accountable for your actions and, selfishly, I want to make your life a living hell. It wouldn’t be practical to let a strong quirk like yours to be sent to prison for attempted murder; you’re useful to the world and there’s no way I can’t acknowledge that you’d be formidable if you chose to become a villain due to my inability to keep my emotions in check,” he just stares. You spot Toshinori in the door frame and wave. “Toshi! Come in. I was just explaining to Enji what’s going to happen to him from now on.”

“Y/N,” he said in a warning tone. “Are you sure this is a good idea. He tried to kill you.”

“Shut it, Toshi. You’re too loud,” you roll your eyes. “Yes, I’m sure. This is perfect.”

And, it was perfect. Graduating U.A. High felt unreal at times; it felt even more bizarre as you managed to become a pro-hero alongside your friend, Toshinori, and your personal butler, Enji. Yep, he became your butler as a way to repent for his actions (his words, not yours) and you actually found his company enjoyable when he wasn’t engrossed with beating Yagi. He’s dedicated to the tasks you give him, even if they’re demeaning like walking around with a collar (the press had a field day with that one) or task oriented (like making you fresh coffee whenever you please).

“ENJIIIIIIII,” you’ve taken to bothering him immensely. “Put on this skirt.”

“Y/N, I’m not putting on that skirt. It would tarnish my image.”

“Hm, guess I’ll have to call Sensei. He'd probably believe me if I said you attacked me again. I mean, I’m just an innocent woman. I could just say I was scared the first time,” and that’s how Enji Todoroki was seen wearing a skirt for training multiple times. In all fairness, he looked like a menacing kitten. And, you've grown to like him. Maybe, it was his guilt for almost murdering you but, he found himself showing you tenderness as well. He just couldn't hate you no matter what you did.

“You idiot. I told you not to jump in front of me,” he was carrying your limp body in his arms as though you were his bride. Holding close to his heart, he could feel the warmth of your breath on his chest.

“Why wouldn’t I? I can’t have you dying on me yet. I haven’t gotten you to dress in drag yet,” blood spills from your ears as you blank out of consciousness. There were plenty of times you protected Enji from a villains attack and each time you told yourself you did it because you wanted to continue to blackmail him to be by your side. But, you just wanted him to yourself.

As the years roll on, you find yourself getting closer and closer to him, just barely missing his flames. You became used to patrolling with him as the Pro-Hero ‘Zombie.’ You enjoy going to Sakai in search of the perfect flowers. You treasure being able to see him every day. But, it’s not all peaches and cream.

“Enji, get over it. Toshi worked hard to be first,” you’re arguing again. Two years after the incident and he still hasn’t let go of his yearning to be the best. While sometimes you want to admire his hard work, you can’t help but question his motives. He’s lost the very reason he wanted to become a hero.

“Toshi just leaves to go to America, didn’t tell you, comes back to climb the ranks of the hero charts, and you’re just okay with that? Meanwhile, you lose your mind on me after I don’t answer your call on the first few rings?” he’s sitting on your bed, his jogging pants hanging down dangerously low on his navel, a few red hairs peeking at you. You lick your lips.

“I’m not saying what he did was okay but, you’re blowing this out of proportion. You’re twenty years old. You need to let go of this foolish rivalry,” you throw your legs over his lap. “It’s not healthy.”

“I’m not having this argument with you again. You always take his side,” you slap his chest, gulping at the strong pecs. You wonder how’d they feel bearing down on your back as he-

“Y/N, are you listening?”

“Flamehead, you know I don’t listen to dumb shit,” he puffs out smoke in irritation. “But, I’m not taking his side. I just think we’re getting too old for this.”

“That’s what you always say,” and you laid there with him watching t.v. The conversation ends like it always does but, you can tell Enji isn’t upset with you. It’s the same routine you always follow whenever he wants to talk about Toshinori’s “false achievements.”

Somehow, you end up cuddled into his chest, head pressed firmly into his neck as you feel the warmness of his pulse move underneath you. His arms keep you against him, caging your legs around his hips (it takes a lot to keep your mind from wandering off).

His fingers play with the exposed skin of your back, leaving scorching trails around his fingertips.

“Are you hungry? I still can cook-” Enji’s phone goes off. He gets up and softly pushes you to the side, answering his phone as he absentmindedly rubs your hair. He’s soon getting up to get his things, pulling on his hoodie and ending the call, staring at the phone for a few seconds.

“Who has you up and in a hurry?” you’re kneeling at the edge of the bed, his jacket in your fist to keep him from leaving.

“My finacé’s family.”

‘Fiancé?’

“Fiancé? Who is she?”

“I don’t know yet. All I know is that her quirk is the perfect compliment to mine, which is the only thing that I need,” he’s pulling away. You’re speechless. Is-Is this jealousy? Is this bubbling fury jealousy? Is this small pain jealousy? Is this mind-numbing sensation jealousy? You can't be jealous. Not of some woman you don’t even know. “I have to go. I need to get ready to meet her?”

“B-But, you don’t even know her!”

“I know she’ll ensure that I beat All Might,” so, that's what this was about. Another last ditch effort to win something with no prize. You should’ve known those touches meant nothing but, how could you when they felt so tender? “Plus, you shouldn’t care. Soon, we’d both have to leave and start our own families; this would have had to happen eventually.”

“You don’t love her. You just want to beat him,” you slump down, your calves touching the back of your thighs as you feel a stirring in your chest. “I just don’t want you to do anything you’ll regret when you’re older.”

“That’s not your concern. I’ve got to go.”

You cough up an Asagao flower, staring at it with trepidation.

‘Oh shit.’

The next time you see him is two weeks later. His hair is still styled upwards, his scowl has deepened making him look older than what he really is, his eyes darker than before. Both of you sit one a rooftop, starting over Musutafu. His body is curled in on itself, the flames of his suit keeping you warm in the brisk fall night. Part of his arm is slung over your shoulder, drawing you into his side.

“Have you ever been in love, Enji?” you see him puff out a few smoke clouds, a telltale sign that you've either made him embarrassed or uncomfortable. “Like, real love? The type of love that doesn’t go away no matter how much you try to kill it?”

“You know I don’t have time for sentiments like that,” he looks at your wistful expression, wondering to himself how you manage to look even more breathtaking than the last time he saw you.

“But, what if you could fall in love? What if things like time and being a hero didn’t matter? Wouldn't you want that?”

“No, there’s no girl good enough for me or my love,” such sweet lies sound true coming from him and that burns you more than his fire ever has.

“What about marriage? Kids?”

“You already know I have an arranged quirk marriage. I met her and she is adequate enough to give me a child fit to be the number one hero of the new generation.”

“Jeez, you sound like you’re quoting a business proposal.”

“It is business,” he sounds like he’s scolding you for not knowing this. You feel your stomach fill with more flowers and you feel some crawling up your throat. It’s suffocating you but, you chalk that up to your nerves bothering you. “I’m guessing you brought this up because you think you’re ‘in love.’ “

“I know I am,” you stop your sentence to cough into your arm, catching a few Asagao flowers in your elbow. So, this is how you’re going to die? Dying from a disease that even your regeneration can’t save you from? Choking on flowers because Enji can’t reciprocate your feelings? “As you can see, it’s one sided.”

“Leave them alone. Feelings go away,” but, they didn’t. It just got worse and worse and worse. Because, as much as you knew you should leave Enji, you just couldn’t. Your heart longed for him. Your heart belonged to him. And, Toshinori couldn't understand why.

“Y/N, please, I don’t understand why you'd die for someone that wants nothing to do with you,” Toshinori chided. “Get the surgery. They can take the feelings out. I’ll be right by your side to help you.”

“You’d never understand, Toshi. You'd never understand waking up every morning, wanting someone so bad you have no motivation to do anything but lay in your own tears. I’d rather die loving him than pretend I never felt these feelings at all.”

“But, why?”

“Because, he’s hurt me so much; this is my last ‘fuck you’ to him. Because, I know one day he’ll change. One day, he'll want to see me and I'll be dead. I want him to feel the same pain that I feel now. He needs to feel my rage, he needs to feel my abandon. HE NEEDS TO FEEL ME!”

“Y/N, I’ve already lost Nana. I can’t lose you too.”

“I love you, Toshinori Yagi. Be great for me,” and that’s the last thing you ever said to your childhood best friend.

***

When you opened the door, Enji wasn’t expecting to see you only in a long shirt, tuffets of a flower stuffed in your mouth.

“What the fuck, Y/N? You look like shit. You can’t open the door like that,” he comes in and you immediately cling to him.

“I love you.”

“What?”

“I’m in love with you Enji.”

“You can’t be.”

“But, I am,” you hold one of your saliva covered flowers to his heart. Your eyes are tired and barely stay open but you can't take your eyes off of him. “This is for you. All of them are for you. Loving you is killing me,” you laugh at the irony. Who would’ve thought Enji would end up killing you anyway?

“Then, stop,” Enji rips the flower from your fingers and throws it to the side. You dive for the flower, causing him to follow you down to your floor. “Let it go.”

“I can’t. It’s all I have right now,” you’re sobbing while retching up flowers. His arms encase you, almost like he’s trying to keep you from falling apart. “I can’t just let go. I can’t just stop loving you, Enji.”

He doesn’t really say anything to you. Maybe, he’s too stunned or maybe he’s too afraid he’ll say the wrong thing but, he finds that it’s better to just hold you.

“Enji, could you do something for me?”

“Anything.”

“Could you make love to me?” he can’t deny you your wish with how pitiful you look. So, he scoops you up in his arms and takes you to your bedroom, heart pumping hard at what he’s about to do. He’s getting married in a week yet, he’s here about to give his body to you.

Laying your body down on the bed, he watches as your covers fan around your head like a halo and, for a moment, he wonders if that’s what you would look like as an angel. Ethereal and tired. The air in the room is growing hotter as he sweats, nervous to strip you down. He’s no stranger to sex but, this is the first time he’s ever focused on someone else’s pleasure.

“Just, lay there.”

“What the fuck else am I going to do? Run off,” he chuckles. Leave it to you to find some comedy in your weakest moments. He starts with stripping you of your long shirt -actually, his shirt that had gone missing the last time he stayed at your house- and stares at your body, naked and exposed to the air.

He takes a few minutes to take in your beauty, ghosting over your skin as he watches you quiver in anticipation. Your eyes are blown and a petal is on your cheek, reminding him of what had happened to you. Your hands wrap around his forearm as you silently beg him to touch you.

“Always have been needy,” when he kisses you, it makes your toes curl from his smokey breath. Envisioning his taste held no comparison to what he really was. It’s like he was breathing his smoke into your lungs, making sweat bead on your skin.

His hand grasps your neck and you moan at the warmth that he gives you, toes curling at the pressure he puts on your throat. The flowers slide down your esophagus, allowing some of your essence to mix with his. He’s weighing you down into your mattress as he’s ripping off his shirt, buttons flying everywhere as he tries to shimmy out of his pants. His kisses trail down the column of your neck and he’s groaning at the way you whine. Your body reacts so wonderfully to his touch.

“You should have told me sooner; you could’ve had all of my cock before this,” you giggle at his attempt of dirty talk. It’s weird to have the proper and correct Enji speaking naughty in your ear. “Damnit, woman, will you stop laughing? I’m trying to be romantic.”

“I can’t help it. You're like Recovery Girl whenever she tries to be cool.”

“Why did you have to bring her up?” he drops his head on your navel. “Are you trying to kill my erection?”

You did a mouth zipping motion and laid your hands on his shoulders, looking down your body to catch him staring at you as he licked below your belly button. The sensation of his textured tongue against your smooth skin is almost enough to send you into your orgasm. He brings his arms up to grab your breasts in his hands as he continues to slide down to your slit. Your smaller body is completely open to him as he tongues your small clit, keeping your legs spread around your head.

“Enjiiiiii, please,” you beg for your release. The inner sadist inside of Enji preens as you beg, his mind thinking you look beautiful at his mercy with a few tears in your eyes. He plunges his tongue inside your hole, only shallowly fucking your tight hole. He brings one of his hands beside his mouth, which is an awkward position for his large frame, and pushes his finger inside your tightness till he’s met with some resistance. You’re met with wide eyes.

“You didn’t tell me you were a virgin.”

“You never asked.”

“I’m serious, Y/N. If I didn’t find out, were you just going to let me pound into you,” he smacks your thigh as a way to punish you.

“As long as it’s you, I’d let you use me like a doll,” the words incite a new type of fire in Enji’s body. He gets hotter as he enjoys the words of someone that’s completely submitted to his control.

“Then, I’ll use you till I can’t use you anymore,” he places one last kiss to your hole and slivers up your body. Everything about this moment is perfect for you; the man you love is hovering above you as he looks at you with adoration and desire.

“Are you ready?” His forehead is leaned on yours as he wavers on top of you, his cock kissing the entrance of your folds. You can’t speak due to the flowers that are lodged in your throat, so you nod as you stare into his eyes. For the first time, you can feel the love he has for you. If only this moment could last forever for you as it would for him.

The first few moments of him stretching you make you whimper in his ear, your nails cutting into his back as you try to ground yourself in the moment. He tries to push into you at a slow pace, bottoming out and sitting there for you to adjust. Your pussy clenches him like a vice, testing his self control as he wants to grab you by your waist and use you like a fuck doll.

It’s hard not to scream when he pulls back slightly and snaps his hips into your own. Both of you are breathing into each other's face as he fucks you with slow, deep thrusts, pulling your hips to meet his thrusts in an angle.

“Such a problematic woman. Couldn’t just tell me you loved me,” you whine as he sits up on his knees and begins to fuck you with fevor. His cock rubs against that spongy spot in your pussy, pushing you toward your first orgasm. “Such a bad girl. I didn’t tell you to cum yet.”

“Enjiiii please fuck please I’ll be good for you,” he smiled through the pleasure that rips through him and pulled out of you to lay on his side behind you. He wasted no time lifting one of your legs and pushed into your heat, fucking you deeper in this position. He could now see the way you try to push your hips against his, fucking you with a patronizing smile.

“Such a horny girl,” you moan into your hands as you try to hide yourself from his gaze but he rips your arms away from your face, forcing you to scream for him. He makes it a point to fuck you harder as he’s addicted to your beautiful voice. “Scream for me little girl.”

“Dadddyyy gonna cum again,” your tearing u again as he keeps brutalizing your pussy.

“Oh I’m daddy now,” he’s grunting as he feels you clench again. You give him no answer as you cum once again, this time pulling him into his orgasm as you feel him spurt deep in your womb. But, even though he cums, he doesn’t stop. He’s determined to fuck you into oblivion.

“I’m not done with you, keep cumming in my cock,” your toes keep curling as you try to push away from him. However, that makes him wrap his arms around your shoulders and slam you down on his cock, keeping your legs spread as he fucks you so hard some of his cum is dribbling down the side of his cock. You’re shaking hard as your pleasure blinds you, the pressure in your abdomen building in a different way.

“Fuuuuckkk Enjiii, I-I- love you,” clear liquid squirts from your pussy as he slows down his thrusts. You lay there in your juices with his cum splurging out of you once he pulls out of you completely. He leaves you there as he runs you a bath, leaving you to think about what just happened.

He didn’t say he loved you back but, you hoped he would. With gentle hands, he put you into your tub, softly rubbing your hair like he had done many times.

“Y/N, we need to talk,” you smiled over at him. His pants were pulled back on his hips but he couldn’t meet your eyes. “You know I care for you and you know I wouldn’t want to hurt you but, you need to get the surgery. I can’t just love you the way you love me and, I don’t want you to die because of that. I’ll pay for the surgery. I’ll pay for you a new apartment and everything. I’ll even-” you droned him out.

“You know,” you shiver in the warm water as you start to tear up. You hacked up flowers and continued with a shaky voice. “I thought that having sex with you and telling you would make it go away. I thought that maybe, just maybe, I meant more to you than what I thought. I’m such a dumbass. You’ll never love me; you’ll never love anyone but yourself. Why can’t you just be a man and tell me I’m nothing to you compared to whatever the fuck you have with Toshinori? IT’S BEEN YEARSSSS,” you croak out as you sob, your heart hurting. “AND, YOU HAVEN’T CHANGED AT ALL. You’re still the Enji Todoroki that tried to kill me. I just tricked myself into thinking that you were a different person.”

“Y/N-

“Get out,” you turn to the shower wall, too heartbroken to stomach the sight of him.

“Y/N, just listen to-”

“GET OUT,” he goes silent as he looks back at you from the door frame. He wants to say something but, the thought of ruining his future keeps him silent. He leaves with a look of pity for you.

“I’ll leave money for the surgery on the table by your bed,” he calls before he leaves, the door slamming pushing you to your last limit.

And, he left you there to you die in your bathtub alone, body worn from the sex you had with the man that you knew you couldn’t have emotionally. Your flowers soaked up the water as they kept falling, your eyes glued on one of the bruises he left on your leg. It’s too painful to try to move, so you lie there as your quirk does nothing against the disease. Getting the surgery would have saved you but, your body and mind would still remember the pain of your first and last love.

Per your request, Toshinori has your body cremated after they perform the autopsy. The young hero, grieving the loss of his best friend, doesn’t contact Enji to inform him of your timely death. He’s pained that he’ll never see you smile or hear your jokes or call your name and hear you respond. You're gone and part of him feels like he’s the blame. He can’t help but think that things would have turned out differently if he told Enji that he never cared about being the number one hero.

As for Enji, he doesn’t look back as he goes on to have his family. He goes on to marry his wife that he’d always compare to you (her hair wasn’t vibrant as yours, her voice wasn’t as smooth as yours, her eyes don’t set him ablaze like yours did). He goes on to have his kids and he wonders what they would look like if they came from your womb. He goes on to be the number one Pro-hero yet, he doesn’t feel like he’s won anything. He goes on to have a decent relationship with Toshinori yet, he feels as though he’s missing something -someone-.

“Toshinori, do you have Y/N’s number?” he called Toshinori one day, tired of letting his pride get the best of him. He’d grovel at your feet, stay by your side, sleep at your doorstep till you find it to forgive him.

“Enji, she’s dead.”

And, he sits in his house alone. His family has left him, their bonds slowly resurrecting from the dead but still fragile. His career being the only thing he has left, slowly showed him how truly unprofilling his life has been. His love for you, eating away at his heart. Why did he have to be better than Toshinori? Why couldn’t he tell you how much he loved you? Why did he let the both of you waste the days of your youth?

He coughs a single Asagao flower, the process of his unrequited love beginning. Because, let’s face it, how can you return his love if you’re dead?

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Grow a Pear

—Requested by @shadowsremedy: Seokjin + Kuroko’s Basketball + School Gym as part of @bangtan-headquarters​ Bangtan Anime Club Drabble Event!

—Pairing: Seokjin x Reader (Female OC) [feat. Seungcheol from SVT]

—Genre(s): Humor, Slight-Angst, & Slight-Fluff

—AUs/Tropes: Anime-verse, Kuroko’s Basketball!AU, High School!AU, Basketball Player!Seokjin, Basketball Club Manager!Reader, Opposites Attract Trope

—Warning(s) & Rating: Swearing, Reader threatening bodily harm onto Seokjin, Shameless flirting, & Jealousy from an old middle school rival / PG-15

—Word Count: 1.6K

—Summary: In which news of playing against a certain team sparks a rather interesting memory...

—A/N: This drabble is based on episodes 52 & 53 of KnB, but you do not have to watch the series to understand this story’s overall premise! It is also inspired by Kesha’s song “Grow a Pear” (hence the title LOL) because I immediately think of Kise’s character. Since Seokjin reminds me of that 2D pretty boy, I decided to write a fun story! 

“Hey, ___!” 

A faint hum exits your lips as your eyes remain fixated on your player statistics book. You flip between a few pages with the gears in your brain working in overdrive, almost forgetting for a split moment that Kaijo’s basketball captain asked for your attention. 

“Yes, Sungwon?” You reply, closing the book and tucking it underneath your arm. 

Pursing his lips, Sungwon strides over to you, leaning against the stage inside the gym. Don’t you love playing inside an auditorium? 

“So…” He begins but grows silent. How on Earth is he supposed to ask you to be the sacrificial lamb? How will he tell you that you’ve been chosen to say the team’s resident narcissist yet talented prodigy that Kaijo will play against Fukuda Sugo? Specifically, they’re playing against a certain someone with a rather colorful history with yourself and said prodigy. 

Tiny creases form on your forehead as your brows knit together. You know that carefree look anywhere. More often than not, you become chosen to do a specific task that no other teammate wants to do—talking to Kim Seokjin. 

“Now, before you say no—”

“Nope.”  

“You didn’t even hear what I have to say.” 

“Doesn’t matter. My answer is still the same. No.” 

With that, you turn on your heel, and not even a few steps in, you bump into the one person you don’t want to see. 

“Princess!”

And to think…

You were having such a fantastic day…

“What do you want, Seokjin?” You question, grabbing the statistics book from your underarm and flipping it open to some random page. You already have the data mesmerized like the back of your hand. You just want to appear busy in front of the arrogant pretty boy. 

“Well, besides you finally acknowledging that you’re my girlfriend? A little bird told me that we’re playing against his team in the Quarterfinals,” Seokjin replies, his tone dropping near the end. This serious expression slowly takes over his handsome features, almost sending shivers down your spine. 

If looks can kill, then Seokjin is guilty of murder in the first degree...

Thank God he chose to attend a different school. Who knows what will happen if two people who absolutely despise each other play on the same team. 

“Remind me to thank Namjoon for that…” You mutter, slightly shaking your head as you slowly draw in your breath. Then, a force, light chuckle escapes your lips, personally finding it rather humorous of the current situation. 

“Anyway, so how are you feeling about playing against the dude who has a thing for your sloppy seconds?” You tease, attempting to lighten up the situation. 

Seokjin’s brow perks up, “Sloppy seconds?” he repeats, a tiny grin form on his handsome face. 

You nod, “Well yeah...I mean, he did steal your ex-girlfriend from you.” 

In response, the arrogant basketball player hums. However, this exciting gleam enters the corners of his eyes. 

What is he thinking now? 

Suddenly, he turns to you, his gaze piercing into yours with this unexplainable emotion glazing over his eyes. 

“Oh? I mean, he did come close to stealing you away from me that one day.” He states as this bright smile dances across his gorgeous face. 

For a split second, your cheeks become hot. Your heart practically drums against your chest. Shit. Even your palms clam up, sticking to the cover of the player statistics book. 

What is this feeling? 

Then, it dawns on you. This nervousness is the same emotion you felt when you comforted Seokjin that fateful day—well, supported him in your own unique way…

Tapping your pencil against your chin, a soft growl emits from your lips as you try to figure out the best course of action. The Captain, Kim Namjoon, previously asked you to develop a plan to preserve the Generation of Miracle’s stamina, specifically when using their rather unique talents. At first, you thought Namjoon was flat out insane for asking such a request. Like, you’d have to take into account their height and weight difference. Oh! You couldn’t forget that you also keep in mind their current talent levels. All while these calculations occur during an official game with another team.

Yeah...

Namjoon might as well tell you to put on a fucking jersey while he’s at it. 

Rubbing the sides of your forehead, you can’t help but let out a long, harsh breath as this throbbing sensation enters the left side of your head. 

“Hey, manager ___.” You hear a familiar voice, interrupting your rather irritating calculations. You look up from the tiny pile of scattered papers containing player statistics. However, you don’t bother spouting words towards the overly cocky player. Instead, you merely hum in response, unknowingly irking the basketball player. 

Plastering on a smug grin, the person leans against the stage, quickly glancing at what you’re doing. 

“So, is that the special project Namjoon asked you to do for him?” The arrogant male student asks. 

“Yep, and shouldn’t you be practicing Seungcheol?” You question back, raising a brow. 

Seungcheol scoffs lightly, “Why? I mean, I already earned a permanent spot on the regular team, so…” He trails on, chuckling to himself. He finds the mere thought of his spot being taken away quite humorous. 

You mentally roll your eyes. God, you don’t know who’s the bigger arrogant fool. Him or—

“Yo, Seokjin!” shouts Jungkook, running up to the new recruit. 

Ah, Kim Seokjin. He recently joined the basketball club just a few months ago. He’s already showing promise despite being a second-year student. Shit. Seokjin’s talents have rapidly progressed to the point that Namjoon took notice of him and was promoted to first-string just last week. 

Yet, you can’t quite put your finger on it, but something is holding Seokjin back. 

But what? 

Before you become entirely lost in your thoughts, you hear Seungcheol’s arrogant voice taunt Seokjin. 

Oh, great…

You swiftly stand up from your seat and rush over to the argumentative duo. But as you draw near to the quarrelsome pair, you instantly halt. What is this intense atmosphere lingering in the air? 

And why do you suddenly feel something other than agitation towards Seokjin? 

“W-what did you say?” 

“You heard me, Kim Seokjin. Whoever wins our 1v1 match earns the right to call ___ his girlfriend.” 

“Hold on. You can’t just call dibs on ___!” shouts Jungkook in complete and utter shock. 

Instantly slapping yourself back, in reality, you snatch a basketball from an innocent player and roughly throw it at Seungcheol, anger visible all over your face. 

Sadly for you, the annoying prick catches it with ease, smirking at you. 

“What’s the matter, babe? You don’t believe that I can put Seokjin in his place?” He coos, further taunting Seokjin. What sets the handsome prodigy over the edge is when Seungcheol abruptly pulls you against his chest, dropping the basketball in the process. His cheek brushes against yours, making you want to gag. 

Just as you’re about to violently elbow him in the stomach, Seokjin shoves Seungcheol away before forcefully throwing the discarded ball at him. 

“You start.” 

“This should be fun.” 

But it was just the opposite... 

It was a complete slaughter with Seokjin on his hands and knees, panting and sweating profusely. His eyes widened from the shock of his defeat. 

Not only has he lost horribly against Seungcheol, but he also lost you—or so he believes. 

“So, how about that date, baby girl? After all, you’re now my girlfriend.” Seungcheol asks, making sure that Seokjin can hear him. 

“Yeah, I don’t date dudes who have a thing for other fellas’ sloppy seconds.” You bluntly state, turning towards Yoongi and Jungkook, “I mean, first it was Yerin, right? The one that was going around the entire fucking school saying that she was Seokjin’s girlfriend. Oh, I feel sorry for her since it was just last week, you were chasing after her, and now you’re after me.” You say, clicking your tongue in fake disappointment. 

Seungcheol’s arrogant smile vanishes and is now replaced with a scowl. 

“Let me ask you this, why are you obsessed with Seokjin’s sloppy seconds? Like there are a million girls in this damn school who, oddly enough, would love to be your arm candy. Yet you go after the ones that either show interest in Seokjin or who Seokjin’s interested in. Like, dude. Stop. It’s honestly creepy to the point that I firmly believe you have a weird obsession with him.” You finish as you walk over to Seokjin, offering him a helping hand. 

Seokjin faintly smiles, grabbing your hand, as he pulls himself up. Soon, his smile becomes bright. His sweet smile almost blinds you—and makes your heart skip a beat. 

“I knew you had a soft spot for me, ___.” 

“Don’t push it, Jinnie boy.” 

Softly shaking your head, you playfully shove Seokjin, snapping him out of his thoughts. You then jump down from the stage, having popped yourself up there moments earlier. 

“Well, all I have to say is that Seungcheol better watch out. He hasn’t seen your ‘Perfect Copy’ in action yet.” You warmly smile as you make your way towards the exit but soon halt. You glance over your shoulder, maintaining that sweet smile, and say,

“Besides, he’s no match for you with your girlfriend cheering you on from the bench.”

“Right…” He mumbles, totally ignoring your words. Then, it hits him as if someone doused him with cold water. 

“Wait! Did you just call yourself my girlfriend?!!” Seokjin hollers, chasing after you. 

“I don’t know. Win tomorrow’s match, and I’ll let you know.”

“Oh, that’s cruel, princess…”

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Hello! It’s so rare to find someone who writes for Psycho pass. Thanks for the amazing work!

Would you do some head cannons for Teppei Sugo? Whatever you want, whatever you think, just something on your mind about him that you never wrote about.

Thank you so much 🫧

Sugo Teppei played soccer in high school. He would play in whatever version of an adult/”beer league” his universe had if there was one available.

He pretends to drink only black coffee, but when no one is around he puts a ton of sugar in it.

Likes to read before bed but never seems to find the time.

Teppei has tried smoking twice. Once in the military, because it’s basically a culture thing for them. The second was after meeting Kogami. He never liked it either time, so the habit never stuck.

Along with his very rigorous workout schedule, Teppei also does yoga.

Teppei likes dogs. He loves visiting Gino so he can also visit Dime.

He collects watches.

While he likes spicy food, spicy food does not like Teppei. It upsets his stomach every time yet his toxic trait is thinking ‘this time will be different’ when he orders spicy curry with katsu.

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May I request a Teppei Sugo x girlfriend one shot?

Teppei and his girlfriend have been together for some years. He is still a latent criminal but he works for the Ministry, his rights are different from the one’s of a normal citizen. His girlfriend knows that he would like a family even if he doesn’t know if he can due to his status.

Teppei has recently returned from a difficult mission and he is walking with his girlfriend at the beach. She is strange and she seems nervous so he gets worry that something is wrong. But then she asks him to marry her in a sweet way, without a ring but still cutely.

She knows that the future with him is not clear due to his status but she wants him to be her husband, now and always.

Thank you so much <3

The sea air felt nice. It had been years since Teppei had been to a beach. Not since Nago. But before that he had always liked the beach as a kid and then young man. Playing in the waves. Walking in the sand. He thought this would be a nice break, since he got back, but it seemed [Y/N] wasn’t enjoying it. “Everything alright?”

[Y/N] blinked out of her thoughts and looked over at him. “Hm? Oh, yes. Fine.” Teppei wasn’t convinced.

Lately she had been acting odd. Jumpy and distant. At first he thought it was just a fluke but the longer it went on, the more Teppei was sure what was coming. She wanted to break up.

He could understand why. Being attached to a man who was doomed, a man on borrowed time just so long as he was useful to the System, must be daunting. He was constantly gone on missions, so he couldn’t give her the attention or support she deserved. It was a surprise to him that their relationship lasted this long. Teppei was sure she would have found someone better by now.

“Do you want to head back? It’ll be dark soon anyway, and we can make it back to the city pretty easy at this hour.”

“In a minute.” [Y/N] stepped in front of Teppei. Looking into his eyes. “We’ve been together for a while, haven’t we?” Oh no. It was happening now.

“And, I know it hasn’t been the easiest. What with your job and everything.”

 Did this really have to happen right now? They still had a long drive back ahead of them.

“But, this time apart with your latest mission has given me time to think. Think about our future.”

This was going to be the most awkward car ride ever. Or maybe she had another ride planned. Just waiting in the bushes for him to get dumped.

“And I’ve come to a decision on where I want my future to be. So, I thought I would ask,” Teppei was knocked out of his mental reeling when [Y/N] knelt down in front of him, “Teppei Sugo, will you marry me?”

His brain went to a complete halt. This was so far from what he expected to happen that it took him a while to catch up. “I…don’t know if I can get married. Legally.”

“That’s not what I asked.”

There were a lot of things Teppei couldn’t do anymore. Be out in public. Own a home. Own a car. He had to get special permission to come here, and that was the least of his rights that were stripped.

But if there was a chance, any chance, that that might change with the changes they were making to the System. What his job was opening up for him. Teppei was going to take it. “Yes.” He told them. Grinning wild now as he pulled [Y/N] to her feet. “A thousand times yes.”

They kiss joyfully as the sun sank into the waves. They would have to head back soon. Though he was given permission, Teppei still had a curfew. But that didn’t matter right now. Right now, was just for them, and the future. That was all that mattered.

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Hi! Could I request a scenario of Teppei Sugo’s first time with his virgin girofriend? thanks <3

you have an amazing blog✨✨

Teppei Sugo + virgin female s/o

It’s been a long time since Sugo could be considered a virgin. But, considering how long it’s been since he’d had sex he might as well be.

It had already been a while before he met [Y/N], and after he did, he wanted to take things slow. He believed in chivalry, and old school romance. When she told him that she had never had an intimate relationship before, like that, he wanted to make sure to take things even slower. Sugo didn’t want her to feel pressured. Or feel like they were jumping the gun on anything.

“Are you sure?” Even now, naked and on top of [Y/N], he wanted to make sure they didn’t feel rushed.

“Yes,” her soft voice called out to him in the dark, “I’m sure.”

Sugo felt confident in that, and kissed them once more before they started. He tried to go slowly. Of course he had stretched her, using his fingers and tongue to work her entrance open so it wasn’t as much of a strain, but it was obviously different.

“Are you ok?” Sugo asked as he pressed forward. Trying to discern what they were feeling by the look on their face.

“Y-Yes.” The tremor in her voice didn’t instill further confidence. “You can keep going.”

There wasn’t much left to go, but they hadn’t even really started yet. Sugo paused when he was fully inside her. One to let her adjust and also to enjoy the feeling. The warm, soft, wet feeling around his cock, but also the emotional feeling of being connected to his lover.

“I’m gonna move now, ok?” He kissed her again as he started to move.

Again, he tried to go slow. [Y/N] let out a few yips before it turned into gasps, and even a few moans. He’d never been a big talker during sex. It always made Sugo feel awkward, so he stayed quiet normally. He broke his silence now and then to whisper “I love yous” but mostly stuck to kissing and his hands to get his point across.

The first time was always awkward, and this was no exception. They finish quickly and curl up in bed together when it was over. They’ll have time to get it right.

“Are you still ok?”

[Y/N] nodded against his chest. “Yes. I’m ok. I don’t regret it if that’s what you’re asking.”

“Not…specifically.”

[Y/N] chuckled. She knew him too well. “I love you Sugo. I wanted to be with you. I want to be with you. I don’t regret being with the person I love for my first time.”

Sugo grinned at the corner of his mouth, then leaned down to give them a good night kiss. “I love you too.” He couldn’t remember the last time he said that to anyone. It was a lot of firsts for the both of them.

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Hi, can I request an Teppei sugo x reader girlfriend, where his girlfriend is jealous of him and his ex from military days. Teppei has seen his ex again due to his job, he has to protect her because she is in danger or whatever. His ex is a stunning girl and she also was a really important person for Teppei, a woman he loved. His girlfriend has had only him, he was her first boyfriend so she can’t even stand that he talks about his ex.

Thanks <3

Your work is amazing🌸

You were already at the bar by the time Sugo showed up. He wasn’t necessarily late, but he wasn’t on time either. So you knew something was up. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing.” Sugo clipped out as he took a seat next to you. Oh yeah, something was definitely up.

You wave at the bartender to bring over another of what you were drinking. Since you both liked the same thing, it was easy. After his drink was poured you asked him again, “what’s going on?”

He paused, holding his drink and staring into it for a moment before he confessed. “My girlfriend is upset I’m here.”

“Ah.” Same old, same old.

Since you came back into town, and subsequently Sugo’s life, the two of you had reconnected. He had moved on and was seeing someone, and you were happy for him. Though the two of you dated what seemed like a life time ago, you were friends first and that just continued after you broke up. His girlfriend, however, was not thrilled about that. Understandably. You weren’t stupid. Though you weren’t dating anymore and had no plans on an affair (Sugo was loyal to a fault and would never cheat) your relationship was inherently intimate. Setting aside the fact you had seen each other naked, the time you spent together during the service left you bonded in a way no one else could comprehend. Not even his partner.

“So why are you here? You should really respect her wishes.”

“She doesn’t get to decide who I see.” He told you. “And, nothing is going on. I can’t get her to see that.”

He kicked back his drink and you sighed at him. “You can’t be that dense Sugo.  We’re two ex-lovers in a bar at night. We could be going to church and it would still be conspicuous. You have to appreciate that she might be a little uncomfortable with our relationship.”

“I know.” You knew he wasn’t that stupid. “It’s just…I missed you.” You missed him too. But you weren’t going to admit that as it would look all the more conspicuous. “I love her but sometimes I just need someone to….talk to.” No one could understand what they went through except those that had gone through it. And for better or for worse, they were all that was left.

“You should still go home to your Misses.” You told him, sipping your drink.

“I will.” Sugo replied as the bartender poured him another. “Right after this drink.”

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Mai i request some headcanons for the SAD boys (Kogami, Ginoza, Sugo)? How would they act with a woman they have a crush on?

By the way your blog is amazing!

Doesn’t usually get crushes. He’s so focused on his work he rarely looks up. But when he does and he notices you, he realizes the instant attraction.

He’s not the nervous type, but Kogami is pretty bold in his advances.

Subtle flirting (because they are in the office). Showing off on missions. Using that smile.

If his advances don’t work, he will just straight up tell you. Bite the bullet and be done with it. He’ll be disappointed if you don’t feel the same but he would rather know.

It would catch him by surprise and he would be very nervous about it.

Ginoza is very aware of his own…eccentricities. He is also aware that he hasn’t dated someone in years, so he’s horribly out of practice.

Gets adorably flustered when his crush is in the room, and tries to leave it as quick as possible. As to no be further distracted.

Would never tell them. They would have to come to him to ask what’s wrong or confess their feelings first. He secretly hopes that they do.

Tells them immediately. Or, as immediately as Sugo is sure these are real feelings.

Crushes and fancy can come & go. He is of course attracted to people for different reasons for blips of time, but when he realizes this is something more consistent he feels compelled to let them know.

Keeping it a secret feels like lying. He hates liars of all kinds. So being honest with them about his feelings seems the next course of action.

Would confess in private, but as soon as the opportunity was available. Life has taught him that they don’t have a lot of time, so strike while the iron is hot; as it were.

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Can I request some head-cannons on the SAD boys from psycho pass about their previous love life, before becoming enforcers, before their psycho pass raised?

Dated quite a bit. In high school, the academy, and after.

Kogami is a handsome, confident, charismatic guy (in his own way) so it was always easy for him to find a partner.

Not a lot of long-term relationships, just a few months, but he was serious about a few people and heartbroken when they would break up.

Did not date anyone, but went out on a few dates in the past.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to be in a relationship. Gino just realized that, given his father’s status and his mother’s illness, it would be too much trouble to find a partner to get past that.

He would accept interest graciously, go on a date or two, then give his usual line of ‘I need to focus on my career’ to end things.

Had a few serious relationships but took a break from dating after joining the military.

Teppei was deployed a lot, and it’s hard to meet people or have a relationship with someone when you are gone all the time.

His longest relationship was 3 years before it eventually ended. That was his last relationship before his hue dropped.

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What about how they kiss and how they like to be kissed for the Psycho-Pass guys (you can choose which ones) Have you seen the movieWhat about how they kiss and how they like to be kissed for the Psycho-Pass guys (you can choose which ones)? Have you seen the movie??? :O Thanx!!

Psycho Pass Guys + kissing style

Shinya Kogami

Firm and direct.

Kogami isn’t really shy, or pussy foots around.

When he wants a kiss, he wants a kiss. Of course, if they are willing.

He pulls their whole body towards him and holds them close. It’s sort of a grounding thing when he can feel them against him when they kiss.

Nobuchika Ginoza

Shy and gentle.

His ‘kissing experience’ is basically non-existent before he became an Enforcer; not wanting to have to explain his father to anyone he got close to. And there isn’t much opportunity for kisses now that he’s on the other side of the fence.

Gino is meticulous. So, he wants to get it right. Unfortunately learning to kiss someone the right way is all trial & error.

He doesn’t want to hurt or scare them, and usually just lets them take the lead to teach him.

Shusei Kagari

Playful and persistent.

No one would disagree that Kagari’s love language is physical touch. He loves to hug, cuddle, be close to, and of course kiss his s/o all the time.

He’s constantly giving them little pecks on the cheek, head, or really anywhere he can get to. Sometimes multiple pecks in one go.

Like he’s storing up kisses for winter like a chipmunk or something.

Teppei Sugo

Passionate and unyielding.

Given Teppei’s usually calm, focused nature, it’s a surprise how powerful he is when he kisses, but it’s true. Perhaps his past in knowing things can slip away so easily that he wants to make sure that he takes full advantage of their moments when he kisses them.

He holds their face in his hands. Maps out their mouth with his tongue. Keeps kissing them until his lungs burn and physically must let them go.

Kisses them like every kiss might be their last, so he has to make the most of it.

Shogo Makishima

Sweet but deceptive

Shogo isn't a big kisser, in into physical touch.

He usually only kisses his s/o when he wants something or is trying to distract them from something he's done.

Like the rest of his personality he is able to manipulate them into thinking he loves them. He's good at it, and kissing. Using bits and pieces of affection to continue weaving his web of deceit and go about his plans with ease. Like a true psychopath.

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Hello there🍁May I request some headcannons for the SAD boys from psycho pass on their life after they join Frederick team? Their lifestyle change? New hobbies with the new freedom? Or same life? More happy? Sugo sees his family?

Not much changed for Kogami.

The lack of freedom was never an issue for him, as his life was consumed with catching the Specimen killer, so he never developed any hobbies.

Also, since he fled the country for a bit to work as a mercenary Kogami has gotten to experience more of life outside the System than the others.

It’s good to be home and have that freedom, but that freedom is a little wasted on Kogami.

Not much of an adjustment other than the rules.

Since he’s a new Enforcer, Gino is used to life more on the outside of his cage than in it. It’s hard for him to adjust going back to the ‘old ways’.

Back to his prior confinement routine, but without as many personal restrictions, Gino tries a lot of things he didn’t before. New foods, sweets, drinking, travel. He doesn’t like the drinking, but he enjoys the experiences.

He’d been so afraid, given his parents’ background, that even the slightest deviation would throw off his color. So, he has a lot to make up for, now that he can without repercussions.

Does indeed go see his sister, and some old friends.

Teppei is the one that tries to get his old life back the most with his freedom, but is sad to find that it doesn’t exist anymore. People have moved on. Places have changed.

He does take up running and soccer again, now that he can be outside for it. His favorite running trail is by a local park that’s quite popular, and Teppei is becoming a regular and recognizing faces.

He hopes that this program can continue and he can build a new life, but he’s tepid that it will last and he’ll be back in confinement once more. Only lost two lives this time.