#these next bits will probably take a while

[moonstruckme]

hi !! can i request a sirius x whimsical! reader? maybe sirius and reader meeting for the first time or him revealing their relationship to the other marauders? Whatever you like best <33 Happy New Years !!

My shayla <3333 Thanks for requesting angel, happy new years to you too!

cw: near-miss motorcycle accident

Sirius Black x whimsical!reader ♡ 843 words

Sirius likes to take his bike out at night. He’ll find any excuse to do it, a shortage of sugar or a hankering for chips or an urge to visit James across town. And tonight is perfect for a ride; the wind is cool as it whips past his jacket and tangles in his hair, the roads are near desolate, and neon signs and lit windows smear across the edges of Sirius’ vision as he flies through green lights. This is to say, he’s really having a rather good night when you nearly end both of your lives. 

You’re hardly a shadowy figure stepping out into the road, gaze skyward and green traffic light casting you in ghostly silhouette. Sirius’ breath catches in his throat as his tires squeal against the asphalt. He barely manages to come to a stop. 

“Oi!” 

You turn towards him like you’ve only just realized he’s there. You probably have. The light casts a green halo around you and obscures your face, but Sirius can see your eyes fall on him curiously. 

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, walking out right in front of me?” he asks, heart beating a mile a minute. 

“I’m sorry.” You’re surprisingly calm for someone who’s just faced death. Your voice is like the wind whistling through trees. Sirius finds himself leaning forward to hear it. “Was I in your way?” 

He laughs, appalled. “Yeah! Yeah, I’d say so, seeing as I was going up to a green light and suddenly you were in the middle of the street.” 

“But…” You glance down at his bike. “...couldn’t you have gone around?” 

Sirius might laugh again, if you didn’t sound so genuinely curious. As it is, he’s shocked into silence. A single, disbelieving breath puffs into the space between you. 

You take a few steps toward him. Your features come more into focus, pretty and innocently perplexed. Your brows bend with concern. 

“Are you alright?” 

Sirius finds himself nodding. “Yeah,” he says. “Though I wouldn’t have been, if I hadn’t seen you in time. Neither would you.” 

“I’m sorry,” you say again. You seem to mean it. 

Sirius leans his elbows on his handlebars, bike still rumbling beneath him. He finds, oddly, that the anger at your transgression has left him. The light is red now, but you hold his gaze, still standing in the middle of the crosswalk. You seem unsure of what to do next. Sirius has the inexplicable sense that you won’t leave until you feel things have been righted. 

He asks, “Why are you wandering about at this hour, anyway?” 

It’s not his business and he knows it, but this doesn’t seem to occur to you. 

“I was looking for the moon,” you say. 

Sirius blinks. “The moon.” He was expecting you to be out for milk or biscuits, not the moon. 

You nod. 

“Why?” 

“I can’t see it from my apartment,” you say, as though that explains it. 

“But why do you need to see it?” 

Your brow furrows like Sirius has said an odd thing. “I want to,” you reply simply. 

Sirius sucks his teeth, considering you. “I got a glimpse of it earlier,” he says, pointing East with his chin. “Over there. It wasn’t very impressive, I have to tell you. Only a sliver.” 

At his description, your face lights up. “Really?” you ask, as animated as you’ve been this whole while. “How thin? Was it bright?” 

Clearly, Sirius isn’t going to dissuade you. 

“I can try and help you find it, if you want.” He says it without any plan to, like the words are simply pulled from him. “My bike’s a bit faster than going on foot.” 

You smile. It’s sweeter and more brilliant than the moon could ever hope for. “Really?” 

“Sure.” 

You look eager, but hesitate. “Are you going to abduct me as revenge for crossing the street in front of you?” 

Sirius laughs, but sobers when he realizes you’re not joking. 

“I did think about it,” he says, “but I’ve decided not to, no.” 

“All right, then.” You step up to his bike, sliding one leg easily over the seat in back of Sirius. You take hold of him without him telling you, and through the material of his shirt your hands feel cool against his abdomen. 

When the light turns green again, Sirius sets off at a crawl. You press closer, winding your arms tighter around his waist. He’s going slow enough that the breeze barely catches in his hair. He turns to speak to you. 

“I have to ask,” he says, “do you really believe I won’t kidnap you just because I said I wouldn’t?” 

Your lips come so close to his ear Sirius has to fight a shiver when you speak. “I don’t think you’re a liar.” 

“So you don’t think I’d lie, but you did think I might kidnap you?” 

“You don’t seem like a liar; you do seem like someone who enjoys revenge.” 

Sirius grins into the wind. You might just have him figured out. 

[nanenna]

“So,” Kon asked Tim the next day, “get anything on that star chart?”

“Not yet,” Tim said without looking up from his computer. “It was surprisingly thorough, so hopefully we'll get a hit soon. I'm worried he's from the other side of the galaxy or something, far enough away we don't have any local star charts.”

“That would make it hard,” Kon agreed with a sigh. “If that's the case, knowing a popular spec-fic show wouldn't help either.”

Tim shook his head. “Every bit of info you can get does help, just some more than others. But what I want to know is: what's this?” Tim looked up at Kon, pointing at where Danny had started writing.

“I think he was about to start labeling things, then suddenly gave up.”

Tim hummed as he squinted at the screen. “Well try to get his planet's name at least.”

“I think I can sneak that into a casual convo.” Kon knew exactly how he was going to sneak that in! It would be perfect!

☆☆☆

He watched another sunset with Danny, enjoying the wash of colors and the birds singing their goodnight before settling for the evening. He couldn't remember the last time he'd stop to watch a sunset before meeting Danny. It was nice to slow down and enjoy the scenery sometimes.

Once it was fully dark they laid out to stargaze again, Kon pointed out a few constellations and told Danny the stories behind them. “... and then of course that star there is Rao,” he said after talking about the constellation it was in.

“Rao?” Danny asked curiously, looking up at the star.

“Yup, it's the star my other home planet belonged to before it, you know… blew up.”

Danny turned his misty head to look at Kon incredulously. “Your other home planet?”

“Yeah, I was born here but,” Kon tried not to cringe, what he was about to say would feel really weird, “one of my parents is from there, from Krypton.”

“Oh, that's cool.” Danny smiled at Kon before turning his gaze back up. Kon expected him to be full of questions about Krypton blowing up, but it seemed Danny wasn't about to.

“I've never been to Krypton, it blew up before I was born.”

“That really sucks.”

Kon shrugged, he can't miss what he never knew. “What about your home planet? What's it called?”

Danny looked over and smirked. “Dirt.”

Kon sputtered, “Dirt?!”

Danny laughed and shifted to his side, half propped up to look over at Kon. “Read it in a sci-fi magazine once, since most people will name their home planet long before figuring planets out, usually it's just an old name for dirt.”

“What?” Kon was confused.

“What planet are we on now?”

“Earth.”

Danny laughed, “Exactly!”

“What? How does that,” Kon stopped. Earth was an old fashioned or poetic way of saying soil. Or as Danny put it: dirt. “Does Krypton mean dirt in Kryptonian?”

“I dunno, dude. You tell me.”

Kon huffed and let out a laugh. “Dirt!”

“Dirt,” Danny agreed as he lay back down.

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“Planet name's a bust, he said it just means dirt.”

“Most planet names do,” Tim said with a tired sigh.

“Is Krypton just dirt in old Kryptonian or something?”

“The most common element the mantle’s made of, actually. It'd be like if we renamed Earth to Iron. And then all that iron exploded and turned into radioactive ironite while hurtling through space.”

“I don't know how to feel about that. Hey! Wait, how do you know all that?”

Tim just gave Kon a Look™. “See if you can get a planetary system map.”

“You think that'll help?”

“I think it'll either confirm or deny a theory.”

☆☆☆

“Sunsets are nice and all, but I miss sunrises,” Danny commented as they watched yet another sunset.

Kon perked, “I can help with that. Probably.”

“Huh?”

Kon stepped closer, “If I can hold you I can take you to the sunrise.” Danny was only half there most of the time, Kon hadn't even attempted touching him aside from handing over the tablet.

Danny shrugged and stepped closer, allowing himself to be picked up. It was an odd sensation, like holding mist without the wet feeling but just as cold. A little more solid than mist, Danny still barely weighed anything though, truly not there in body at all.

“Okay, hold on tight.”

Danny did indeed hold on tight as Kon took off, heading directly for the sun. It was almost like watching time go backwards as Kon zoomed to the otherside of the planet, going from sunset to noon to early morning until they passed the sunrise altogether. In the gloom of early morning, when the eastern sky was only just starting to lighten, Kon looked around until he found a good spot.

Clear skies, out in the country, just the two of them and a fence to sit on as they watched the sky turn pink.

Danny ended up basking in the morning light once the sun was fully up. He looked peaceful, eyes closed and face turned heavenward.

Kon may have just made a problem for himself. How does he bring up planets if they aren't stargazing? Or worse, what if Danny starts showing up here instead of the farm?

Fuck it.

“Will you draw your planetary system for me?”

“Huh?”

“I'm just really curious, I think it'd be pretty cool to learn more about an alien planet and-”

Danny laughed, “No, it's okay, I get it. That was just outta left field is all. I wanna know about Rao's planetary system too.”

“Yeah, I think we can arrange that.” Kon pulled out his tablet, opened up the art program again, and told Danny to have at it. He started with a big yellow dot off to one side.

“Oh, a yellow star?”

“Yeah, it looks white from the ground but it's yellow. This won't be to scale, by the way.”

“Of course,” Kon agreed. Cosmic distances could be wild.

Danny went about putting smaller dots in a row away from his star, each one a different color. First was a dark red-brown, then yellow-orange, soft blue, bright red, a bunch of little brown dots, a big yellow-ish dot with a small red dot on the lower right… another big yellow-ish dot with white rings around it…

Kon frowned as a very familiar planetary system took shape. Two more big blue dots, then a final little white dot. That was quite the coincidence. Then Danny switched to a thin green tool and started writing in the same looping script he had before.

That didn’t say “The Sun” did it?

Kon frowned harder as no, despite how loopy and curly the letters were those looked like English letters spelling out the names of the planets in the system they were in right now.

Danny glanced up at Kon and smirked as he wrote “Dirt” under the little blue dot.

“What? But… but that’s where we are now.”

“Yeah, it’s kinda obvious you didn’t really put me on an alien planet. Not sure why you didn’t fix the sky, I gave you that star chart and everything. But it’s kinda fun listening to you make shit up though, so I don’t mind.”

“What? Danny? What are you talking about? Fix the sky?”

“It’s okay, Nocturn, I figured it out when you changed it to a sunrise. I thought this was just an NPC you put here to keep me company, I appreciate you spending so much time with me though.”

“Danny, who’s Nocturn?”

Danny glanced up at Kon with one of his soft smiles. No, not soft, indulgent. “Sure, okay, guess we’re still playing. Nocturn’s the ancient of dreams.” Danny looked back down, finishing giving names to all the planets.

Kon thought it was strange that the asteroid belt was called that but for some reason the Kuiper belt was labeled as just Pluto.

No, focus. What did it mean that Danny was from Earth but the stars were wrong? The stars wouldn’t have changed that much in even 100 years, so he can’t be from the distant past or anything. Hell, Orion was mapped out in antiquity. So Danny had to be from another Earth. An alternate timeline.

Fuuuuuuuck, this is what Tim needed confirmation of, isn’t it? Other planets they could handle, but other universes? They were definitely going to need to get help for this.

Danny handed the tablet over when he was done labeling everything. Kon saved it and sent it off to Tim, then pulled up planetary charts for Krypton, Tamaran, Rann, Thanagar, Ungara, and any other systems he could find. He handed the tablet over to Danny, who immediately began eagerly looking over them.

☆☆☆

“Kon.”

“I know, Tim. I figured it out.”

“I hate to bring in others too, but interdimensional travel isn’t exactly something we can do ourselves.”

Kon sighed, he was really hoping this would be one mission they didn’t have to involve others in. It was supposed to be a way for the Just Us team to get back together, it’d been a while since they could all hang out. “I know, but it doesn’t stop me from being disappointed.”

“Right, I guess the first thing we need is to contact JL about this so we can find a way to hunt down his home dimension.”

“Probably a JLD thing, since he’s astral projecting and all.”

Tim nodded, “Probably.”

DP x DC Prompt/Plotbunny #6

After days? weeks? months? years? in this mercy-forsaken lab, Danny finds himself slipping; his core straining under the weight of what he's been subjected to. In a last ditch effort to save his fracturing soul, his brain simply stops processing the pain and allows his mind to escape into a waking dream.

Danny knows it's a dream. If he thinks about it; he can still hear, see, feel the scientists at work. He doesn't think about it; instead embraces whatever false world his mind decides to concoct for him.

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Several states away, a young boy opens his eyes to the inside of a strange pod in an abandoned lab. Though he cannot see it yet, a strange metal tag dangles from his ear, stamped on one side with the word 'CADMUS' and on the other with 'R-13'.

[plethorawrites]

How I think the Batboys + Clark would respond to you asking them to "dress up" in some capacity for them in the bedroom like you always do for them.

"I'm always the one in lingerie, why don't you dress up for me for a change?"

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Bruce: Will go for the most petty response possible, by keeping his tie on the next time you're intimate. Which, he meant mostly as a sarcastic joke, but found himself enjoying. You also seemed to be incredibly fond of it, tugging it in between your teeth or biting at it around his neck. When it was covered in your spit from all the biting, it eventually slipped off his neck and got wrapped around your wrists, tightened to keep you in place. And when you resisted it after a bit (lovingly, of course) he untied it, pushing it back into your mouth to muffle your sounds. Who knew a tie was so versatile?

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Dick: Has no problem with complying when you ask him to dress up. None. You make a fair point and it's only fair he puts in some effort and he's secure enough in his masculinity to do anything you ask. This is the same man who went as discowing for a while, after all. A garter? You're foaming at your mouth. You want him to wear some sort of dress or actual lingerie? He'll have to buy it since yours definitely wouldn't fit, but he'll absolutely get something flattering. A bit of roleplay, to fit, if it was something themed? It's a given. How could he not fully commit?

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Jason: Would roll his eyes, not because he's annoyed but because he thinks he'd look ridiculous and he cares more about worshipping you than letting you take care of him. That said, If you wanted something different, he'd do something different. The next time he comes home from patrol, instead of taking his stuff off and changing, he stays in it, making you take it off. The leather of his gloves twirling your hair as you unbuckled things, the feeling of your hands tugging his jacket off, is enticing for both of you. And by the time he's nearly fully undressed, you're both desperate. The helmet is the last to go. And it only does after he whispers a few things he knew you'd like in your ear.

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Tim: Has no idea what that even means, honestly. It could be a joke, maybe. But better safe than sorry if not. Since he didn't quite know, he went with the safest option that could still qualify and wore a see through button up under his jacket, with his slacks for an event, letting you see it later that night. You seemed happy, if not a little frustrated for him having it on all night without knowing. Probably because if you'd seen him in a sheer black top, showing off his chest and stomach, you'd pull him into the bathroom and take it off right there.

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(Aged up) Damian: Isn't entirely unused to flamboyancy in one way or another. He wore plenty of nice robes and wraps for the League of Assassins, not to mention suits for his father's events. But that was a normal thing, he supposed. So, if you wanted something different, he'd have to think outside of the box. He's always liked art, ever since he was young and even considered making love to be an art in itself, in a way. So, the next time you're in his room, tugging off his clothes, you're surprised when he's covered in henna, little swirls, dots, even flowers. It had taken hours, but was absolutely worth it for the look on your face.

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Clark: Was befuddled, like he often was when you said that. He had no idea how to dress up for you, or even why you'd want him to. But when you guys spend a weekend at the farm and he catches your eyes lingering when he's working in the yard, he figures it out. When you're home, several days after the visit ended, you find him in overalls and nothing else, except for a cowboy hat, he usually wore to keep the sun out of his eyes. And it was fun, he'll admit, seeing you get excited. The hat looked much better on you, though.

[haikyuubby]

hot spring with the mha boys, part 2!

headcannons featuring your favorite mha boys!

featuring: bakugo, midoriya, todoroki, kirishima, kaminari, tokoyami, shoji, shinso, & monoma.

❀ - female reader, bit suggestive at some parts.

╰┈➤ ੈ✩‧₊˚ note: you’re in a mixed hot spring!

bakugo

✩ constantly splashing you

✩ (let’s just imagine that 1-A got their own hot spring rented out)

✩ would only get nervous if he stares at your chest too long (and gets caught doing so by kaminari)

✩ if you two are dating, he won’t stop touching you.

✩ i.e. him throwing you into the water, letting him carry you while swimming, dunking your head underwater, etc.

✩ if you two aren’t dating, then he’ll still do all those things.

✩ he loves to see your body, and he’ll compliment you too.

✩ seeing you naked does get him feelin a little hot and bothered, but his thought go away once he realizes that you guys are in a public place.

midoriya

✩ definitely nervous to see you since you’re fully naked.

✩ lowkey a d1 fumbler over here

✩ he’ll stutter over his words trying to compliment you.

✩ after he calms down a bit, he wouldn’t mind playing games like “marco polo” or seeing who can hold their breath the longest between you two.

✩ he’s surprisingly a fast swimmer, even without using his quirk.

✩ doesn’t hesitate to splash mineta if he ends up making pervy comments towards you or any other girl.

todoroki

✩ enjoys the relaxation of the spring.

✩ is quiet compared to the other boys.

✩ if you start small talk with him, he’ll probably only give you short answers, since he really is focused on his own relaxation here.

✩ he wouldn’t mind listening to you rant though, he’s more of a listener anyways.

✩ if he finds that the hot spring just isn’t quite hot enough, he’ll use his quirk to make it warmer.

✩ doesn’t stare at your body out of respect, dating or not.

kirishima

✩ he’s just happy to be spending time with you.

✩ would enjoy having deep talks with you here.

✩ if you voice being insecure about your body in front of him, he’ll be quick to shut it down.

✩ wouldn’t mind playing games with you in the water, as long as the people around you don’t care.

✩ not a big fan of splashing super obnoxiously, but if you do it to him then he’d do it back.

✩ would recommend that the next time you guys go to a hot spring, more relaxation will be required.

tokoyami

✩ extremely flustered seeing you.

✩ another one that won’t hesitate to splash mineta if he makes perverted comments towards you.

✩ uses dark shadow to hide his flustered face.

✩ he’s actually really good at swimming.

✩ would like to chicken fight with you against kaminari and jirou.

✩ doesn’t mind to relax also.

kaminari

✩ likes to just play in the water tbh

✩ after losing against tokoyami in chicken fight, he vouches that you two get revenge by dunking him underwater.

✩ let’s just say that you both ended up underwater afterwards.

✩ might have some…pervy comments to make about your body, but he means well.

✩ by this, i mean he tries to compliment you but just ends up sounding like a complete weirdo.

✩ likes to see who can hold their breath the longest underwater.

shoji

✩ very quiet, and very respectful.

✩ doesn’t want to cause a ruckus out of respect for others.

✩ after he sees you, he might look away due to him being flustered.

✩ his arms are pretty useful for making huge splashes, but you’d have to really convince him to do something so trifling.

✩ he’s just one of those guys who’d rather sit in silence during times like this.

✩ probably the most normal out of everyone.

shinso

✩ he tries to just sit and relax at first

✩ but after you convince him to use his quirk on kaminari to go and splash bakugo a bunch of times, then things take a turn.

✩ you guys go and be little shit starters around the hot spring

✩ if it comes to you guys seeing who can hold their breath the longest underwater, shinso will win.

✩ not the fastest swimmer, but he enjoys floating on his back.

✩ if you don’t know how to float, he’ll gladly teach you.

monoma

✩ he’s just a little shit tbh

✩ would try to dunk (drown) you, splash you, basically he’ll do anything to annoy you, both in and out of the hot spring.

✩ he finds your reactions to be “funny” towards his antics.

✩ swears that he can swim faster and better than you can.(surprise, he can’t)

✩ cheats during “marco polo”

✩ if you and him pair up for a chicken fight, then you’ll probably end up winning against whoever your opponent is.

[nanpecan]

₊✩‧₊˚once more to see you˚₊✩‧₊ pt 6

{nanami x f!reader}

pt 1.  pt 2. pt 3. pt 4. pt. 5

˚₊✩‧₊summary: You’re a manager at Jujutsu Kaisen and you’ve now had two three four extremely intimate encounters with grade 1 sorcerer Nanami Kento, but who's keeping count.... You're preparing for your morning date at your place when you get some unexpected company.

˚₊✩‧₊tags: nanami x fem!reader, nanami gets a little jealous but don't worry bc I can't stand miscommunication tropes, explicit smut towards the end (mdni)

˚₊✩‧₊word count: 8.6k SORRY LOL

˚₊✩‧₊author’s note: lemme start by saying im sorry for taking so long to post the next part but i have been going through it :D i am so grateful for all the positive feedback and messages i've gotten in my absence, i've missed my fellow nanami freaks, so this one is for all yall<3 also i posted this on A03 yesterday...i just feel like its faster posting it there bc im lazy. thank you to everyone for reading!

taglist at the end and feel free to let me know if you want off or if want to be added!

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After about thirty minutes of scrubbing you came to accept that the pink frosting stain wasn’t going to come out of your shirt. You sighed and put down the wet fabric. Another shirt lost to your shenanigans with Nanami. You laughed to yourself as the realization hit you. You’d lost three shirts in the last four days…you should probably plan to go shopping soon. You grimaced, maybe you should have saved that extra money you’d sent your mother earlier in the week. 

You went around your apartment cleaning here and there, you had found it in better shape than you remembered, but compared to his apartment you felt that yours was definitely lacking in cohesive design. Your eclectic furniture was a little bit of every style, the art on your walls didn’t really follow a theme, you just framed things you liked. You tidied up more than you think you ever had and smiled as you looked around. It may not have been much, but it was home. You felt safe here. 

The building as whole was another issue. You’d frowned when you had seen the elevator was still out of order. Nanami would have to take the seven flights of stairs just like you had. You looked down at your phone, maybe you could reschedule? Meet somewhere else to have breakfast? No, he had been looking forward to seeing your apartment. It was such a silly thing but you could tell he really wanted to. You wiped down your kitchen countertops one more time before cleaning the small dishes in your sink. 

You were planning on going to bed a bit earlier than usual. You were going to prep breakfast to make some pastries for him in the morning. It had been a while since you’d baked. You looked around, satisfied at your cleaning streak. You decided to shower before continuing, maybe you’d be able to catch anything you had missed afterwards.

You stepped out of the shower and walked up to the sink. What a crazy few days you’d had. You hadn’t really had the chance to be alone and process everything. You stared at your reflection as you wiped the mirror. You’d never really thought of yourself as someone worthy of being desired. An odd thing to admit, but you had also never really had the luxury of having the sort of life where that would matter. The world of Jujutsu Sorcery was a fast paced one and every day could be your last, so you often found yourself discouraged from participating in things people your age did. Dating, partying, traveling…it's not like you could afford it either. The only reason you’d really ever gone out was because of Akari. She would invite you to go out to places where she could relive her delinquent youth. She was also the reason you had gone on any dates in the first place. That reminded you, you needed to text her and see when she was free to hangout. You had a lot to catch her up on. 

You walked out to your living room and sat on the couch, picking up your phone. It suddenly dawned on you that you had never gotten Nanami’s number. You seemed to remember Akari saying she gave him yours. You opened your messages and scrolled to confirm. 

Something made a noise in your kitchen. 

Your blood ran cold. Was it an intruder? A curse? Had something broken in? You slowly reached under the couch and pulled out a baseball bat. You sat up and looked towards the noise, but didn’t see anything. A cup holding your washed silverware had been knocked over. Okay…maybe it had just come unbalanced. You got up holding the bat up and slowly approached the kitchen. You cautiously made your way around the counter looking down and jumped. 

It was your neighbor's cat. 

You sighed in relief and lowered your bat. “Messi, what are you doing here?” You picked up the orange cat who meowed in return. “How have you been? It’s been a while.” He meowed again. “Really?” Meow. “I’ve been good. I met someone.” Meow. “Well he was someone I already knew.” You walked out of your apartment, cat in tow, and made your way next door. Your window had a tear in the screen and Messi had made a habit of going through it and somehow prying open your window (which didn’t lock) and wandering into your place. You didn’t mind, you had actually set up a little water bowl for him in your apartment. 

You knocked on the door. “Hi, it’s Y/N. I'm returning Messi, I haven’t been home for a couple of days, so I don’t know how long he’s been in there.” 

You heard some shuffling and suddenly an older lady opened the door. You had never seen her before. She looked at you and then at the cat. “Keep the damn thing.” 

“Excuse me?” 

“Y/N?” You heard a familiar voice from behind the lady, your neighbor. She made her way to the door and you saw she was crying. She took the cat in her arms and held him close, starting to cry again. “Thank you.” 

“Is everything okay?” 

“Osuke had his second trial today and was convicted,” she said through tears. Osuke was her husband.

“That stupid lawyer, I should curse his entire family,” the old lady muttered. You had a feeling she was Osuke’s mother. 

“I’m so sorry, is there anything I can do to help?” you asked. You had known about the trial, it had been ongoing for a couple of months now. He had been arrested after being framed for a robbery. The story you had been told was that his boss had been the one to frame him. He was a bottom tier worker, and the perfect scapegoat for the crime. 

“No, thank you though,” the woman said. 

“You can take the damn cat. She’s moving out of here. After the lawyer’s fees and the loss of his income she’s moving in with me, I don’t want to take care of that thing,” the older lady said.

“I’ll take care of it, please,” the woman cried. 

The lady grumbled something else and went back inside. “Thank you for bringing him back.” She wiped her tears and offered you a hug. “We’ll be out by tomorrow, I can't afford the rent. I’m already behind on the last two months.” 

“Don’t worry about it. I hope everything works out. You have my number, call me if you need anything. Anything at all.” You smiled at her and she nodded and closed the door. 

You stood alone in the hallway. Everything was so silent. You heard the women arguing again and you sighed. You went back into your apartment, sitting on your couch again. You hoped everything would work out for them. The couple next door had been so nice. Osuke and Makiko and their cat Messi, they’d lived here longer than you had. You sighed and rubbed your temples. There really wasn’t much you could do for them.  

You reached for your phone again and went to text Akari. 

-sorry i meant to text you earlier, and then i got distracted again. messi was in my apartment and scared me to death. -when are they going to fix that damn window for you? -i don’t mind, i love that cat.  -but if he can get in so can other things, my skin is crawling just thinking about it  -someone is on the road to getting uninvited from my place.  -no way, you owe me from all the times I’ve let you crash at my place -damn…speaking of, when is your next free day? we need to hang out.  -i can do the day after tomorrow, i have a half day, does that work? -perfect, i’m also just coming in in the morning -you can tell me all about your adventures with the old man. have you said yes to being his girlfriend yet? -he hasn’t asked me yet -boooo

You started typing when you received a notification from an unknown number. 

-Did you make it home okay?- It read. You smiled.  -is this who I think it is? -Y/n it’s me, it’s Nanami Kento.  -then it is who I thought. I did make it home safe, I found my neighbor's cat in my apartment so I’m glad I came to check, they’re moving out tomorrow morning. -So you’re free now? -…yes ? -That’s good, get some rest. Have a good night. I'll see you tomorrow.

Hmm you thought he was going to ask something else. You looked at the clock. It was 7:53, earlier than you thought. I should probably get started, you thought to yourself. You pulled yourself off of the couch and went into your kitchen. You would make your dough tonight and let it proof overnight. 

Overnight proofing is the best way to make bread. 

You were shot back into a memory. 

The best things in life are worth waiting for you know. And what’s better than fresh bread? Nothing! Ask anyone that comes in tomorrow, I dare you.  

You smiled fondly as you rolled the dough into a little acorn shape before rounding it out and setting it in a glass bowl. 

As you finished up you checked the time. You had gotten done pretty quickly. You just needed the topping for the melon bread, which you could make as the oven heated up in the morning. You checked your pantry one last time for brown sugar and you realized you didn’t have any. You frowned. You’d run out for some in the morning. If you didn’t go to bed soon you weren't going to want to get up in the morning.

You sat for a moment and noticed the silence again. It’s not like it wasn’t ever quiet around here, but maybe after the events of the last four days something about being alone bothered you. It surely hadn’t before.

You moved into your bedroom and lay on the bed. You usually felt stuffy in here, that’s why you preferred to lay out on the couch, at least it seemed more of an open space compared to your bedroom. But now it felt nice. You felt safe. 

You stared at your ceiling. “Maybe I should call him,” you said out loud to yourself. You closed your eyes and imagined his smile. The way his perfect teeth shone, the way his nose crinkled a bit when the corners of his mouth lifted, his lips on yours. You swallowed and opened your eyes. If you let your mind wander any longer you’d be in trouble. You groaned in frustration. You missed him, how pathetic. You had always been one to make fun of how quickly people in your field tended to get together, but here you were. 

You heard your neighbor and her mother in law faintly arguing through the walls. You frowned trying to think if there was really nothing you could do. 

You had too much “compassion”, you had been told by one of the old professors at Jujutsu Tech. There’s no way to save everyone and to try is to doom yourself. You scowled as you remembered what he had said to you. The arguing died down and you hoped to yourself they worked it out. At least they had each other going through this. Things were tense now but hopefully they’d adjust. You made a note to check in on them tomorrow. You went to set your alarm when you remembered Shoko had wanted you to stop by her office early in the morning. You groaned and set your alarm for earlier than you had intended. Nanami said he’d be by around 7, it would have to be a quick breakfast as you wanted to get to the school by 8, you hoped he didn’t mind. You finally drifted to sleep. 

You groaned as your alarm woke you up, but you quickly sat up and went to wash your face. You needed to split the dough, and lay the cookie topping over it and let it proof for another 30 minutes at least. You could run out to your corner store while they sat and you preheated the oven. 

As you opened the door to exit, you almost tripped on a pile of items placed in front of your place. Cat toys, a litter box, cans of cat food, a small bed, and a note. 

Messi got out again last night and I’m afraid we just don’t have time to look for him. I think he’s better off with you anyway. I’m sorry for the inconvenience. If it’s too much I've contacted a shelter that would take him. Here is the number. 

You frowned a bit. You loved Messi but you didn’t want a cat. You dragged the items into your apartment and quickly went out the door. You’d deal with this later, you were already running behind.

As you stepped back into the hall, winded and trying to catch your breath after returning and climbing the seven floors, you looked up to see a man in a suit knocking on your neighbors door. This wasn’t your man in a suit, quite the opposite. 

You approached him cautiously. He had jet black hair, his suit was dark, and he reeked of alcohol. 

“Please, just let me apologize- I did all I could. I won’t charge ya any money, just please, I’m sorry.” He stumbled as he continued to knock. You were going to have to get past him to get to your door. There was no avoiding him. 

“Excuse me,” you said, announcing yourself behind him. The man turned to look at you. His eyes were tired and sleepy, he had deep bags under his eyes and his sharp nose was red. He was definitely drunk. “If you’re looking for the residents, they’ve moved out.” 

“What?” 

“They’ve moved out, what did you need to tell them?” you asked.

“I’m sorry,” he said.

“You’re sorry?” 

“I need to apologize to them. Osuke was jailed. It’s not fair. The whole system is corrupt. I should-” 

“Were you their lawyer?” you asked. 

“Yes,” he turned back and started pounding on the door again. “Please let me speak to you!” 

“Tell him to stop that before I call the police!” an old man from down the hall had stuck his head out of his door to yell. 

“Sir, no one is in there. You have to go, it’s too early to be causing such a ruckus,” you said. 

“I need to apologize,” he whined. You noticed a buzzing coming from his pocket, his phone was ringing. 

“Do you need to get that?” you asked. 

He pulled the phone out of his pocket and handed it to you before turning back to the door. The caller ID said Shimizu. You grabbed the man's shoulder and pulled him away from the door as you answered with your other hand. 

“Hello?” 

“Yes, hello… is this Higuruma’s cellphone? Who’s speaking?” A woman spoke on the other end. 

“Ah, he just handed me his phone. He’s very drunk and knocking at someone- I think maybe one of his clients' doors.” 

You heard her curse, “Would you be able to tell me where he is? I apologize for the disturbance, I’ll come by to get him as soon as I know where to go.” 

“Ah, yes-” he pulled himself from your grip and started going towards the door again. “Sir-” 

“There is no justice!” he cried out. 

You stared at him a bit shocked, what was he on about? You told the woman your address. 

“I can be there in around 25 minutes. Would there be any way you could keep him put? I apologize again for the inconvenience.” 

“I’ll try my best…” you looked at the man as he collapsed onto his knees, staring forward at the door. You walked over to him and handed him his phone. “Shimizu is on her way to get you,” you said. He just stared. You looked at your apartment and sighed. “Would you like to wait for her inside?” You pulled the man up to his feet and unlocked your apartment. You held the door open as he stumbled inside. You reached inside and grabbed a couple of cans of cat food to hold your door open. The last thing you wanted was for Nanami to get the wrong idea.

Once inside you rushed over to your kitchen to check on the bread. The man walked around not looking at anything in particular, but just moping. “Have a seat,” you motioned to the small table and chairs. He sat down and you turned back to your baking, unpacking the sugar you had just bought. You quickly grabbed a plate and spread the sugar, then you rolled the diamond patterned tops in the sugar. You placed the six little buns you had made back on the baking sheet. The oven still had a couple of minutes before it was ready. 

You turned back to the man and were shocked to find him staring at you. “You just let a strange drunk man into your apartment, while alone?” 

“I left the door open…” you muttered. “Besides, I think I could take you in a fight. I’ve dealt with worse.” He gave you a questioning look. “Would you like some water? Some tea? Coffee?”

“Water.” You poured him a glass and walked it over to him. He began rubbing his temples with his hand. He seemed to be sobering up quickly. You grabbed a couple of crackers from your shelf and handed them to him too. 

“Eat something, get a grip before your friend comes to get you.” 

You heard the oven ding and you walked over to put the pasties in the oven. You set a timer for twenty minutes. Looking at the clock you had about 30 until Nanami showed up, probably less since he seemed to be pretty punctual. You turned back to the man and saw he had chugged the water and was gingerly taking a bite out of the crackers. You started cleaning up the kitchen, putting the bowls in the sink and clearing off your small drying rack. 

“Who is coming to get me?” he asked.

“Ah, your friend, I think her name was Shimizu,” you answered. He muttered something under his breath. “More water?” you asked. 

He nodded. You went over with a pitcher and filled his cup, this time sitting down across from him. “Thank you,” he said quietly. 

“So…there’s no justice in the world, huh?” You asked. He frowned. “I don’t think that’s something I’d want to hear from my lawyer,” you eyed him curiously. 

“I apologize for my outburst.” 

“No, no I understand. From what I know Osuke was innocent. It must be frustrating to lose a case, especially when what happened was so unfair.” You thought back to the old woman grumbling about the lawyer. “That old lady was very angry, I can’t imagine that’s easy on you.” 

His hand gripped the cup tightly. “People have no sense of understanding right or wrong. Everything is so black and white to them. But there are so many complications before you can see one or the other clearly.” He stared at the cup. “Most only see the bad, the ugly, that’s the easiest thing to pick out, the easiest to understand. I think most people assume that others are inherently bad, so expecting bad things to come from them is second nature.” You stayed silent as he contemplated his words. “It doesn’t help when your client looks like a bad guy, it’s an uphill battle, but I try I really do.”

He sighed, taking a drink of water before continuing. “ If I lose a case, it's easy to blame me. I'm much more tangible than blaming some higher power for not being in your favor. No one wants to believe that I do this out of a want to help others, they see me as wanting money, as taking advantage of those in dire situations. They only ever see me as greedy when I lose. Another bad guy. I want to help, but when it comes down to it, who am I to a jury, to a judge? I’m another bad person, defending a bad person who did a bad deed. They think if they were truly innocent I wouldn’t have to work as hard, I wouldn’t have to find such cunning ways to prove their innocence, but I try. Not out of trickery or malice, but because I want to believe that not everyone is bad. But again and again people only see me as a bad guy defending bad people, and I'm afraid I'm losing sight of what this all used to mean to me.”   

You looked at the cup he was holding. “I see…” you thought about everything he had just said. You thought a part of him was just feeling sorry for himself, but other points he made were valid. There was a time when you thought everyone in the world might have been bad too. “When I was sixteen…I left my home because of an incident,” you started. “I was alone and scared and I thought that it had happened to me because I was bad.” You frowned slightly as you recalled the events. “And because I thought I was bad, I justified a lot of the things I did. I snuck onto buses and trains to get to Tokyo, away from where I was because I didn’t feel like I deserved to be there, I didn’t deserve to be close to my family. And I stole…a lot…not big things, not precious things, food mostly. I was hungry and had no place to stay and I saw others do it…and so I became ‘bad’. I became what I thought I was, what I believed the world wanted me to be.” You looked up at him, he was staring at you trying to figure out where you were going with this. “But then I met someone, someone who was good, someone who only ever saw the good in people no matter what and that…changed me.” 

“Who did you meet?” he asked. 

“I went to a bakery,” you smiled fondly and looked down at your hands on the table. “I had known about it since I arrived in Tokyo, the line was always out of the door by 7 am, but I had never had the chance to go in. I mean, I never even had the money for it and the owner, she was this sweet old lady and even though I was already stealing food from other places, I felt like if I stole from her I would be too far gone. 

But as it goes, the more I stole, the more I felt entitled to, and after a month of fighting it, I finally gave in and made a plan.” You shifted in your seat, you had never told anyone this story. “I made a plan, and woke up early, to be one of the first in line. I was sixth or seventh outside the door, and when I finally got to go in I felt like crying, it smelled so good and it was so warm. She greeted everyone with such kindness and it was just her that day. I had seen a granddaughter with her before, but this morning it was just the lady. 

“I pretended to look around, considering what to buy. I let people go in and out before I finally decided on a single piece of Melon bread, delicately wrapped in plastic. It was the most beautiful thing I think I’d ever seen. I grabbed the piece and tucked it under my arm and started heading towards the door. I turned to check if anyone had seen me and I saw her staring at me.” You laughed and shook your head. “She was just staring at me and her eyes went to the piece of bread I had tucked under my arm and you know what she did?” You looked up at him. “She looked back into my eyes, smiling the whole time, and said to come back soon. I ran out of there, terrified for my life. I thought she was going to call the cops, but there was something about her smile that just seemed so genuine. 

I think I got about ten steps down the road before I stopped. The guilt was too much, I felt sick to my stomach. I didn’t deserve to have something so nice. I was bad, and I had done a bad thing.” You scrunched your nose. “I went back immediately. I pushed past the people in line and went right up to her and I handed her the bread back. She looked at me confused and just shook her head. ‘You can have it, it’s your first time here right? Take a seat, let me know what you think of it.’” You laughed and covered your face with your hands. “I sat down and just cried while I ate it. I bawled, like people stared at me out of concern.” The lawyer stared at you. “When I finished she came up to me and asked how it was. I started apologizing profusely and she just handed me another one, and asked if I’d like to learn how to make my own,” you shook your head incredulously. 

“She offered me a job and a place to stay. I still don’t understand how she was able to see right through me.” You heard the timer go off and you shot up to get the bread out of the oven. You smiled as you saw how perfectly the six little buns had crisped up. You transferred them over to a plate and grabbed one for the lawyer. You placed it in front of him. “There are bad people out there, but there are also good people. There has to be a natural balance otherwise everything would fall apart, don’t you think?” You looked at him as he stared at the pastry before him. “I can see that you really care about your clients. Even if this was a bit inappropriate to do, drunkenly asking to speak to them and all, but the right sentiment is there.” He pressed his lips together into a thin line. “The world needs more people that are willing to look past everything and find the good. I hope you can keep doing that.” 

You heard laughter from the hallway and looked over the lawyer’s shoulder at the open door to see Nanami and a sharply dressed woman stepping out of the stairway. The woman suddenly looked at you and then at the lawyer. “Higuruma!” She quickened her step towards your place. Nanami followed behind her. “Pardon my intrusion,” she said as she entered. She stomped up to the man checking on him before turning to you. She bowed slightly. “I apologize for his behavior. This is completely out of character for him, I don’t know what he’s thinking. I’m sorry-” 

“It’s okay, he explained some of what’s been going on. Do you work with him?” 

“Yes, my name is Shimizu, I’m a colleague of his, I’m also a lawyer.” 

“I’m Y/N, sorry we have to meet like this.” You turned your attention to Nanami who was staring at the man. “Sorry our breakfast plans got thrown around a little.” 

Shimizu turned towards Nanami and then back to you. “Ah, I see...” She smiled at you. “I’ll take over now, thank you again for your help. Here’s my business card, let me know if there’s ever anything you need.” You took her card and smiled. Fancy, you thought to yourself.

“Wait,” Higuruma said. “Have my card too,” he felt around his pockets for them but couldn’t find anything. 

“Don’t tell me you lost your wallet,” Shimuzu said, annoyed. She pulled out another card and handed it to you. “Here’s his card as well.” 

“Thanks.” 

“Thank you for listening to me…” Higuruma looked like he was trying to remember your name.

“Y/N,” you repeated. 

He smiled at you. “Wait!” he said again as Shimuzu started pushing him out. “My melon bread…” he muttered, turning back and grabbing it off the plate. Shimuzu sighed and continued to push him out. 

You watched the two bicker as they went down the hall and into the staircase. You became aware of Nanami’s eyes on you. You reached down to move the cat food out of the door frame and let the door shut. “If I ever got called to fetch you out of some stranger’s apartment after you had a drunken night out, I don’t think I’d be as calm as she was,” you said. You turned back to him after he hadn’t said anything. “I hope you’re not getting the wrong idea. I helped him out and we just talked.” You frowned. “I feel like saying that makes me seem more guilty, but I don’t even know why I’m defending myself here.” You turned to him and stared for a bit. “Are you mad at me?” 

His eyebrows furrowed. “No?” 

“Oh.” You turned back towards the door. “You were just being so quiet…I mean I heard you guys laughing…the lawyer lady, Shimizu. She was really pretty. She looked so professional..” You smiled half heartedly. “You looked good together.” You muttered. You frowned as you realized how ridiculous you sounded. “Anyway…” you turned towards the kitchen and started walking to the counter. “I made some pastries this morning. It’s not much, but we’ll also have to be quick because I forgot I promised Shoko I’d meet her early. So I only have time to change and then we probably need to head out. Sorry for rushing things.” you frowned again. “I should have told you to stop by earlier, but I got a little distracted.” 

“Are you jealous?” 

“M-me?” You felt your face grow red. “No-no I’m not- why would you- why would you think that?” you laughed awkwardly. “I was just saying she’s super pretty and I’d just never heard someone laugh with you like that before I mean other than me- but I mean I guess I don’t really know you-I mean I know you but not like I know you now- and she’s-I mean she’s super pretty you have to admit-“ 

“I wasn’t a fan of the way he asked for your name at the end of your conversation,” he said looking down at his wrist and fiddling with his watch. “I know that look he gave you… I’ve given you that look.” 

You smiled and felt relief. “Seems like we’re on the same boat.” You shook your head and went over to him, looking up with a playful frown. “Was she really that funny?” 

“She was the only one laughing, I don’t think anything I said was particularly interesting.” 

You thought back at the way her eyes had turned from you to him and back to you. Oh I see, she had said. “She was into you,” you wrapped your arms around him. “I’ve done that before, laughed like an idiot at someone who’s not funny because I thought they were hot.” 

“Have you done that with me?” He asked. 

“No, you’re actually funny. It’s never forced with you.” You looked up at him again. “It’s your fault, you’re so handsome. We have to do something about your face.” 

“Well then, what do you suggest we do about yours?” 

“What do you mean?” 

“He was quite taken with you.” 

You made a face and shook your head. “Men will rant about their problems to you and then think they’re in love just because you listened.” 

“Did he rant about his problems? His alcoholism? His brutishness? What was he thinking coming into someone’s apartment in that state? He’s lucky he didn’t-“ 

“He was having a rough time of it actually. I do feel a bit bad.” You turned back to look at the door and then the cat items. “He was my neighbor’s lawyer. They’re a young couple, the husband was arrested on some unfair charges and he seemed devastated by the outcome.” 

“That’s not very professional.” 

You shrugged. “I think it’s been a long time coming. Hopefully my pep talk keeps him back on track for a while longer, but I have a feeling he’s going to snap one day,” you said darkly. “There was something unhinged in his eyes.” 

Nanami pulled you back and hugged you tightly again as you buried your face back into his chest. He smelled nice. 

“Speaking of my neighbors. Do you like cats?” 

“I don’t dislike them.” You nodded, backing out of his arms. “Why?” 

“They left me in charge of their cat, Messi. Well not left me in charge, it’s more like they gave him to me. They left me all his stuff, he got out of their place yesterday before they left and somehow he always ends up at my place.” 

“How does he get in?” 

“Oh I guess I should show you around my apartment. Though there isn’t much to look at.” You ran a hand through your hair as you looked around. You pointed at where he was standing, next to the table. “Dining room, living room, kitchen, bathroom door, bedroom door, ta da!” You smiled cheekily as you pointed back where you started. “Bet that’s the fastest you’ve ever had a house tour, huh.” He looked around slowly, taking in the frames on the wall, the knick knacks on your shelves and the books piled all over the place, stacked not so neatly. “It’s- it’s really not much but it’s home,” you said feeling a little insecure again. Maybe you should have cleaned more. 

“It’s lovely,” he said. “It feels very much like you.” 

“Thanks…” you said. Your eyes went to the clock in your kitchen and you perked up. “Oh wow, is that the time…” 

“May I see your bedroom?” He asked. You felt your face go red again. 

“Oh, sure,” you started walking towards it. “I need to change anyway, hope you don’t mind.” 

“Never.” You felt the blush grow and your stomach get tingly. 

You opened the door and gestured briefly. “This is it, again it's not much... I think the bed is too big for this space, but it’s comfortable.” you went around to your closet pulling out a pair of black slacks and a white button down. You laughed to yourself. “That pink frosting was not coming off of my shirt. That’s two shirts you owe me, Kento.” 

“I’ll have to make it up to you,” he said as he looked around the room. “What about this weekend? Are you free? I could take you shopping.” 

You laughed again, “You’re like the main lead in a drama series. You’re too much, you know that?” 

“Sorry?” He offered. 

You smiled at him.“Thank you, but I’ll take a rain check on the shopping. I can get my own stuff. I’m hanging out with Akari on my half day, but Sunday I’ll be free,” you said as you buttoned your pants. “That is if you want to meet up on Sunday… if you’ve available.” 

You turned to him and saw him blush this time. “Sunday…works.” You smiled victoriously as you walked over to him in just your bra. He stared at your face and you nodded briefly as if to give him permission to look. His eyes trailed down. “It’s a shame we have to hurry to campus. Are you sure Shoko can’t wait.” 

“She’s doing me a favor by offering to teach me, I can’t do that to her,” you said. He placed his hands on your hips and pulled you forward. You looked up expectantly and he planted a soft kiss on your lips. You smiled. 

You finished getting dressed and you felt his eyes never leave you as you moved around. He walked behind you out of the room and into the kitchen where you proudly showed him the bread you had made. 

“This is a very secret recipe, I doubt you’ll ever have one as good as this.” He looked down at the bread and smiled fondly. He picked up one of the little buns and slowly bit into it. You watched his face carefully for a reaction. You saw his eyes water slightly as he savored the treat. 

He smiled and nodded. “Good.” 

You were a bit confused. “Yeah…you okay?” He seemed to be lost in thought. “Kento?” 

He smiled again and blinked a few times. “Yes, sorry, it brought up some memories. This is very good, Y/N.” 

You smiled, deciding to not push it. “I worked at a bakery for a short time.” You looked at the buns. “They're good but you should have tried the ones where I learned… I guess people are masters for a reason.” He nodded and continued to eat. 

“Did you want coffee or-” Suddenly your phone rang. You pulled it out of your pocket and read the name, Shoko. 

“Hello?” you answered. 

“Hey, Y/N. I’ve been called out to do something so I won't be at the school this morning. Is there any way you could come in during your lunch?” 

“I think that should work,” you said. Nanami looked at you curiously. 

“Great, see you then.” 

“Ooo~ is that Y/N?’ you heard Gojo’s voice in the background before she hung up. 

You looked at your phone and then back up at Nanami. “So it looks like we have time after all, Shoko just rescheduled.” You sighed and leaned against the counter. “Sorry for rushing you before. Did you want some coffee or anything? I need a little pick me up.” 

He shook his head, “Sit down, you’ve had a long morning. Do you mind if I make us some coffee?” 

“I can make it for you, it's no problem-”

“I insist. It’s the least I can do,” he said with a smile. You smiled back and nodded. 

“Fine, let me atleast get the ingredients out for you.” 

“I’m sure I can find what I need,” he said, gesturing for you to go sit at the table.

You obliged and sat down with a happy sigh. You watched as he moved around the kitchen, looking for ingredients. The coffee, the sugar, etc. You smiled as he grumbled to himself as he searched for items and he would occasionally look over at you for some guidance. You pointed at your cup drawer and he looked over at you as he pulled out two mugs. He held one in his hand and read the text. 

He frowned. “I used to work at this company,” he said. 

“Ah, I got it as a freebie after signing up for their newsletter or something like that, I don't remember now.” You laughed, “I wonder if you were at that event. It must have been around the time you worked there. Before I had this apartment I used to rent one close to their headquarters, so I would walk by almost daily. We were so close and had no idea.” 

Nanami smiled, bringing over two cups of coffee and the tray of bread. “I don’t think you would have liked me then.” 

“What do you mean?” You took the warm cup from him. 

He sighed as he sat, “I feel as if I was a soulless shell of a man focused on money”

“Was?” you teased. 

He gave you a look, “Am I still?” You blew on your cup and smiled slyly. He smiled, “I guess I am still focused on money, but soulless?”

“Definitely not, I can tell by the way you made this coffee,” you said, taking a sip. He shook his head and looked down at his cup. He had taken the one with his old company logo. 

“Would you have liked me?” He mumbled. 

“Probably not, if I’m honest,” you said bluntly. You smiled, “I hate stiffs in suits and I don’t have much money so I doubt you’d have given me the time of day anyway.” 

“Stiffs in suits? Isn’t that what I am now?” 

“At least you’re helping people, now. That company always had a fishy vibe, there was always a tan blonde man in sunglasses who would try to pick me up with bad English phrases.” You scrunched your face. “Sound like someone you know?” 

He laughed. “Unfortunately I know who you’re referring to.”

The two of you finished up your breakfast and Nanami offered to do the dishes while you tidied up. You wiped down your counters as he rinsed the cups. You moved on to the table. 

Laying on the table were the two business cards the lawyer had handed you. You examined the sturdy ivory rectangle and the elegant gold lettering of the man’s business card. Hiromi Higuruma, it sounded like a name out of a tv show. You looked up and saw Nanami staring at the card in your hand with disdain. You smiled, laughing a bit at his expression. 

“Here,” you reached out and handed him the card. “Hold on to this for me, you never know when I might need a lawyer.” 

He begrudgingly took the card and scanned the writing, the scowl still on his face. “I’ll keep you out of trouble.” He tucked the card into his pocket. 

“Did he really bother you that much?” 

“Please, enough about him,” he said with a sigh.

“I kind of like that you’re jealous,” you teased. “Anyway, what are you so worried about?” You reached out and put a hand on his cheek. “I’m not going anywhere.” You felt his cheek grow warm as a blush came over his face.

Nanami looked down at his watch, he seemed to be calculating something in his head. “We have about thirty minutes until we have to leave right?”

“Yeah, why?” 

He suddenly moved closer to you, putting his hand on either side of the table around your waist. “Should we make use of our morning?”He gave you a cocky smirk as he gently moved one of his hands under your chin, tilting your face upwards.

You felt your face burning now. “What can we even do in only half an hour” 

He tilted his head as he thought. “Well we really only have twenty minutes,  I would allow us another ten to compose ourselves.”

“Do you think that’s enough?” you asked, laughing. 

He shrugged as he brought his face closer to yours. “We can make it work.” He closed the distance between you, delicately placing his lips on yours. He was so warm, so soft. You pulled him closer, placing your hand on the back of his head and lacing your fingers within his silky blonde locks. His lips moved softly against yours, his hand gently placed on your back as he settled himself between your legs. You pulled back for a second and looked up at him. His lips were glistening with your mixed saliva and face was flush. You smiled. 

“Seeing as I haven’t really had the time to do laundry, and the fact that I’m down a couple of shirts, and that we have a record of being…messy. I propose we move this to my bedroom.” 

He smiled and nodded. He placed another soft kiss on your lips before backing up to let you move forward away from the table. 

“I’ll try to not let it become a habit.” 

“What?”

“Ruining your shirts.” 

“To be fair you only ruined two, the other one was that monster.” You shrugged, “Some things are just inevitable.” You turned towards him once you were in your room and started unbuttoning your shirt. “Should we set a timer?” you joked. 

Nanami set his blazer aside and loosened his tie. “We can be quick about it. We made do in that bathroom.” 

You felt your cheeks go red, “Oh my god,” you buried your face in your hands and sat on the bed. You heard him chuckle and you looked up. He placed a hand down onto your cheek and you smiled at him. He slowly lowered his face down towards you and kissed your forehead. He pushed you onto your back as he finished unbuttoning his shirt. You shifted your weight as you reached down to pull your pants down. You slipped them off of your legs and suddenly felt him grab your right ankle. He smiled coyly as he placed it up onto his shoulders, you felt your face go red as you looked at him. He held your leg firmly as he lazily unbuttoned his pants and shuffled them down to expose himself. You felt your heartbeat quicken as he moved forward and ran his cock over your underwear. He moved forward, placing his knees on the bed as he brought your legs up onto his thighs. He picked up your left leg and pressed it against his side as he moved forward to kiss you. You groaned as you felt your right thigh stretch against his chest. You moved one of your hands onto his shoulder and the other laced into his hair bringing him closer. Your tongues danced as you desperately kissed him. He continued to buck his hips, running his cock over your now soaked panties. He grunted at the friction and quickly moved back suddenly. You whimpered again as your leg moved back up with him. He let go of your left leg and moved it over opening your legs wide before him. He looked up at you, his pupils wide and his mouth wet with your spit. He swallowed hard as his eyes trailed down your body. “Y/N…I don’t know how to explain what you do to me…” He licked his lips as he thrust his hips forward against your clothed cunt. “I apologize in advance if I’m being too rough.” He looked back up at you. “Please let me know if I’m too rough..” He moved a hand down and pushed aside the wet fabric easily. 

He pressed his tip lightly against your opening. You moved a hand forward and pressed it against his abdomen stopping him momentarily. “Kento…” 

His head snapped up to meet your eyes. “Yes?”

There was a desperation in his gaze that made you feel a warmth in your chest. “It’s okay.” You moved your hand back and lifted your arms over your head. “Be rough with me, please…” you moaned and arched your back as you felt him dip a little deeper inside you. 

Nanami quickly grabbed your other leg and pressed it back against you as he moved forward and buried himself deep inside of you. You let out a yelp, which was muffled by him devouring your lips. He pushed his hips roughly against you, desperately, quickly, as he held your legs further back. You were folded over yourself and you felt the head of his cock bully the deepest parts of you. You gasped everytime he pushed into you, becoming a mumbling mess under his touch. He slipped an arm behind you and brought you closer to him and you gasped at the change in position. He had you trapped in a mating press and all you could do was mutter incoherently. “Kento!” you cried, tears forming in your eyes from the pleasure. He moved his mouth from your lips and trailed sloppy kisses down to your jaw and into your neck. You felt him bite your skin gently before latching onto the side of your neck. He was going to leave a mark, you were sure. You moved your arms forward and hugged his large torso towering over you. He wasn’t slowing down and you were reaching your limit. You dug your nails into his back and you heard him hiss as he released your neck. He smiled snarkily before moving to the other side of your neck and biting down on it. You dragged your nails along his back again and he bit down harder. You cried out as he desperately moved his hips with more force, his knees slipping and forcing him deeper as he temporarily let his weight drop on you for an instant. You moaned loudly and clenched your entire body as you came. He grunted into your ear as he thrust his hips one more time before releasing with a roar. 

You were both breathing heavily as he stayed inside of you for a while longer, twitching against your contracting walls. He kissed your face gently as he tried to catch his breath and you smiled, closing your eyes and enjoying the feeling. After some time he finally moved back, releasing your legs which had been trapped between the two of you. He took a moment to massage your thighs in his hands. You hummed in appreciation. 

You felt him move back and pull out of you. You winced as you felt warm liquid ooze out of you. You pointed to your bedside table and he quickly fetched a handkerchief to clean you up. 

“I might have gotten carried away again.” 

You laughed and sat up sorely. “It's only 8 am.” You mumbled. He smiled at you and you saw his eyes trail to your neck. You put a hand over the spots he had leeched on to. He smiled satisfied as he made his way off the bed. 

“I’m going to take a quick shower…would you like to join me?” You nodded and scooted off of the bed. You looked at him as he turned his back towards you and winced. He turned to look. “What? Is something wrong?” 

“Your back,” you said with a frown. “I didn’t realize how hard I was scratching.” 

He peeked over his shoulder at the sharp red lines. “Nothing you can’t fix,” he said. He went over to you and scooped you up in his arms. 

After your quick shower together you went back into your bedroom to get dressed. You looked in the mirror at your body. He had left a mark at the base of your neck, just low enough to be covered by the collar of your shirt. You looked at his reflection in the mirror and saw he was staring with a smile on his face. “I might have been caught up in the moment, but I made sure I was careful.” 

You smiled back and looked at the mark again. You looked back up at him. “This…this doesn’t have anything to do with you being jealous does it?” 

He blinked and you saw his eyebrows furrow slightly. “No,” he huffed, fiddling with the cuffs of his sleeve.. “Why would you- No, I’m not-”

You laughed. “Sorry, I had to tease. I love when you get flustered.”

He sighed and came up behind you, leaning down to rest his chin on your shoulder. “Do you have the lady lawyer’s card? What was her name? Shimizu? I think I should hold on to her card as well.” 

You frowned and leaned your head into his. “I knew it. You’re leaving me for her.” 

He laughed and wrapped his arms around you bringing you closer to him. He buried his face into your neck and took a deep breath. He pressed a kiss into your shoulder before moving up to kiss your cheek. “We should get going.” 

You turned to look at him. “Okay.” He took your hands and lifted them to his lips to give them a gentle kiss. 

“Make sure Shoko doesn’t go too far, she has a habit of getting carried away…”

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pt 1.  pt 2. pt 3. pt 4. pt 5.

˚₊✩‧₊thank you for reading my way too overly complicated fic, i have so much planned and its all really self indulgent but I'm glad I can share it with other nanami lovers. i'll try to be better about posting the next part without a three month ghosting period, but in my defense the end of 2024 was out to get me....anyway much love to you all and as always if you saw a typo, no you didn't -Nana

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[starlighttsv]

pls do pazzi x gf!reader!!! maybe one where they’re jealous

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Jealous Jealous Girl - p.b & a.f

💌 Syn: some guy hits on you at their game against St. John’s and they get jealous

»»— warnings: poly!!, jealous!P, jealous!A, overprotectiveness, sexual innuendos, sexual flirting

»»— note: I loved writing this lmao

»»— word count: 1.5k

»»— pair: pazzi x gf!reader

“Do you know where my mascara is?” You ask your roommate after you have already done everything else makeup wise

“Yeah, here” she says walking into your room and handing it to you “thank you” you say taking it from her

“Mhm, you almost ready? Jackson’s gonna come over once you leave.” She tells you, mentioning her boyfriend “Do I need to stay with Paige and Azzi tonight?”

“Um yeah if you don’t mind” she says sheepishly with a red face making you giggle “alright let me talk to them and pack a bag” you respond back making her nod and walk out of your room

Hey, can I stay the night at

one of your dorms?

D1 yapper 👅🗣️

Yeah, we were already gonna ask if you wanted to come over after the game. Jana and Allie are planning on going to Teds with a few of the girls, so we’re gonna hang out at my dorm.

Is there something wrong though?

No. Jamie’s gonna have her boyfriend

over and I would like to get some sleep tonight so…

D1 yapper 👅🗣️

🤣🤣 What makes you think you’re getting sleep with us?

Ummmm….😧😧

my princess👸🏽

Don’t break her before we can even see her today Paige.

D1 yapper 👅🗣️

What did I do? 😐 why can’t I flirt with our girl 😩

my princess 👸🏽

Maybe because everytime you flirt with her she becomes a red faced stuttering mess, and she still has to make it inside Carnesecca Arena, and walk past all of the fans that are probably gonna ask for pictures.

Umm should I just…leave this conversation 😃

D1 yapper 👅🗣️

Nope. When will you get to New York?

Im just now leaving my dorm so it’ll be a little bit.

Is there some place you want to meet up?

my princess 👸🏽

Wait outside the locker room when you get here

Read at 3:30pm by you &, D1 yapper 👅🗣️

Putting your phone down you go and grab your shoes putting them on, before grabbing everything you would need to stay the night with your girlfriends and walked out the door and to your car - driving to Carnesecca Arena

While walking in to Carnesecca, Azzi was right and you did have to stop a few times to take pictures with fans but eventually you made your way to the locker room and waited outside like you were told.

After around 10 minutes of scrolling on your phone you heard two voices that you knew extremely well, walking towards the locker room door.

“Hi baby” Azzi says walking out of the locker room and immediately pulling you into a hug once she saw you

“Hi Az, Hi P” you say giving both of them a hug and a kiss “how’s your day been?” Azzi asks twirling a strand of your hair around her finger while Paige still has her arms wrapped around your waist

“Good i ran some errands and did some homework. How was your guys days?” You ask as Paige bends her head down and starts kissing down your neck

“Fine we just went to the gym, had practice and relaxed until game time” Azzi says with both you and her completely ignoring Paige and her kissing

After a little bit of talking with them and or their teammates, it was time for you to go to your seat and for the girls to go warm up.

A little bit after the game started a guy sat next to you “is this seat taken?” He asked literally after he already sat down

“Um no?” You say skeptically making him smile at you and look like he’s about to say something but you turn your head and look back at the court to see Paige staring at you with an expression that you can’t place.

Once you and Paige made eye contact, she kept it until you looked away nervously from the intense contact, making her look over to Azzi and signal her to look at you - seeing exactly what Paige saw which was you talking to a guy that checked you out everytime you looked away- actually no, he didn’t stop checking you out since he saw you in the gym doorway and decided that he was gonna sit next to you.

“You know two of the uconn players are staring at you right?” he asked while shoving popcorn into his mouth “yup, i see them” you say pulling out your phone and acting like your busy “Do you know them?” He says not getting the hint that you don’t want to talk to him “Yeah” you say in a monotone voice

“How?” He asks but gets ignored as you pretended you didn’t hear him, and then Azzi shot a three pointer making you and everyone stand up and cheer

Once you sat back down you stayed looking at the court following your team up and down the court with your eyes, Paige and Azzi have been out for the last 4 minutes taking a break - through those 4 minutes they were staring hard at you and the guy next to you

“So how do you know the team?” he asks again rubbing his finger on your thigh to get your attention. You move your thigh away from his fingers but don’t turn your head to look at him - still watching the teams run back and forth “They’re my friends” you mumble out to him, not really wanting to talk to him at all but also being weary on what you say to the man as you don’t want him to cause a scene

“How’d you meet them? Can you get me their autograph babe? He asks putting his hand directly on your thigh not moving it when you try to push it off “We go to the same school and I’ll try but I can’t promise anything, they’re gonna be really tired after the game” you say completely lying about the trying to get their autograph part - Luckily Sarah gets another three making the perfect conversation stopper

From the UConn bench it looks like your talking to the guy willingly, he is so very obviously flirting and checking you out, your also avoiding eye contact with Paige and Azzi, and they can see his arm is reached out resting on your thigh. What they can’t see from the bench + you being in the middle of a section far from the UConn bench is the discomfort on your face, the way your moving your thigh and trying to get his hand off, the way your avoiding eye contact with him purposely and only focusing on the court.

“Take a picture it’ll last longer” Jana teases Paige and Azzi from the bench making both of them take their eyes off of you and turn to Jana glaring at her

“What? You both are over here staring at her like she’s prey and you’re the predator. She loves both of you, stop being jealous.” Jana tells them before looking back towards the court.

Paige and Azzi turn their heads to look at each other, communicating through their eyes before Geno tells them he’s subbing them back into the game.

After the game and line up all the fans started making their way out except for you and now your shadow “hey, let’s go get coffee or somethin. On me.” He says putting his hand on the small of your back

“Actually that’s not gonna happen.” Paige says coming from behind you and wrapping her arms around your waist pulling you into her chest and away from the guy. Azzi standing right beside her.

“Oh wait Paige, Azzi yooo you guys played awesome tonight.” He said holding his hand out to dap them up

Paige and Azzi both just looked at his hand then to his face making him realize they’re not gonna shake his hand, and he slowly puts his hand down

“Oh um alright. Well if you don’t mind I’m trying to ask this pretty girl out” he said trying to get Paige and Azzi to leave

“Actually we do mind” Azzi says sassily “she’s our girlfriend, she’s not available for you” Paige cuts in pulling you into her more

“Oh uhhh” the guy kinda has a shocked face not really knowing what to say or do “if YOU don’t mind, we’re gonna go and spend time with OUR girlfriend.” Paige says with her voice dripping in jealousy

Her nor Azzi gave him a chance to say anything more and just turned around guiding you in front of them, leaving the guy just standing there with his jaw dropped.

Paige and Azzi haven’t said anything since you guys left that guy on the stairs. They guided you to the locker room and to the car all in silence - the 2 1/2 hour car ride home was also silent.

Right when you guys reached the dormitory and made your way to Paige’s, Paige pushed you into the dorm with her and Azzi following you into the room. Paige leans over Azzi to shut and lock the door before turning around and looking you in the eye “Go to my bedroom, strip, and wait on the bed” Paige demands making you look at both of them and then slowly walk to her bedroom, already knowing how the nights gonna go

@melpthatsme @rebecca-woso

[lalluviadeanoche]

Do yall ever think about how whenever there’s been a particularly bad mission Jason is so distraught that he maybe goes back to crime alley and sits behind the dumpster that he just so happened to use to hide behind that one fateful night?

Yall ever think about how Jason probably sits there for hours, knees to his chest, head in his arms and wonders.. what if he never took those wheels? What if he just turned around and went back home that night? Was this really the life he was meant for?

You ever think about how, as he’s there on the ground, he scoffs and maybe thinks “I would’ve probably died in these streets if I hadn’t taken them.. maybe I was never meant to live. I died either way.”

Ever think about him there, caught in his own mind and Batman happens to stumble upon him during patrol?

He looks down at his son and sees that same scared little kid he saw all those years ago and his heart almost caves in on itself. He tries calling out his name but gets no response.

He slowly crouches down to try and meet his masked eyes and calls his name again with the same outcome. So he slowly and carefully reaches out and tries to take his helmet off without triggering him.

“Jason.. it’s Bruce. Can you hear me? Are you hurt? I’m going to take your helmet off, okay?.. alright how about now, Jason?”

He looks down at his son to see him with tear tracks down his face and a distant look in his eyes and his heart gives another pull. He calls Alfred to prepare Jason’s room and have a hot meal ready and as he does he’s carefully pulling Jason close and trying to get him on his feet.

Jason stumbles a bit before it looks like he’s slowly becoming aware of what’s happening. He looks surprised, yet still dazed, once he sees the other man.

“Bats? What’re you doing here?”

“Come on, son. We’re going home.”

“Home?”

Their voices are low and soft and while Jason is still confused he doesn’t protest and lets Bruce guide him to the Batmobile. Once they’ve reached it Bruce quickly examines him for any critical injuries before putting him in the passenger seat.

Once they reach the manor and have Jason washed and fed they’re leading him to bed. Alfred concluded he had no serious injuries, just the usual bumps, bruises and scratches.

“I think, master Bruce, that our young Jason just needs some rest. He’s clearly been having a tough time, it would be good for him to have some time away from the action.”

“I think you’re right, thank you Alfred. I’ll take it from here.”

Alfred exists the room leaving Bruce alone with Jason laying on the bed. His soft breathing the only noise in the room before Bruce sighs as he walks over and sits on the reading chair next to the bed. He looks at the man and wonders what happened on his latest mission to draw out this response. He reaches out and gently moves some hair away from the sleeping boys face before he can stop himself and accidentally wakes him up.

“Sorry, Jason. Go on back to sleep. I’ll go on to the library, just call if you need anything.”

As he’s working to get up Jason stops him.

“It’s okay Bruce. I don’t mind. Just didn’t expect to find you tonight..”

Bruce isn’t sure what to say as he sits back down so he goes with what he hopes is a safe route.

“I was worried you were badly hurt when I found you. Thankfully Alfred gave you the all clear.”

“Heh, good ol Alfie, huh?”

Bruce saw a faint smile and wistful look on Jason’s face. His voice sounded like he was close to drifting off to sleep again. Bruce, consumed with paternal instinct reached out again in an attempt to soothe Jason by running his hand along his hair.

It seemed to work since Jason was able to close his eyes and start up again with the soft rise and fall of his chest but not before he said one last thing with a smile on his face.

“Thanks, dad.”

…yall ever think about that??

[obihoebikenobi]

Thinking about Logan having the most fucked up sleep schedule for the first few weeks living at Wade's.

He's been bar-hopping for years--not in the fun kind of way, but rather, he'd have to switch it up everytime a bartender would kick him out--and he'd usually end up stumbling back to his illegal log cabin in the forest by four o'clock in the morning and pass out until his body wrenched him awake.

Nightmares were common, sleepless nights even more common. Sometimes he'd go days without sleep, hoping he'd eventually just run out of energy and pass the fuck out.

So Wade's obviously a bit concerned when he finds out Logan just isn't fucking sleeping. In fact, he's doing anything but sleeping. He's got a stack of shitty books he's been reading through and a knitting project he's made good progress on. Wade notices the apartment is cleaner in the mornings than it was when they went to bed.

Some days Logan is gone when Wade wakes up, returning home a short while later with a breakfast and a new stack of stained books from the thrift store.

He looks tired, is the thing. He slumps into the couch, is sluggish when Wade asks him questions, stumbles over the edges of the counter when he doesn't notice it's in the way.

It occurs to Wade one day when he wakes up in the middle of the night and finds Logan in the kitchen, leaned over the sink, staring into it like there's something caught in the drain.

Wade doesn't ask, doesn't really have the energy to make a joke, so he just takes Logan's arm and pulls him over to the couch, sitting him down for a moment while he gathers all the things he needs.

He comes back with a heated blanket and a speaker, a candle and a cup of tea.

"Let me help you fall asleep," he says, sitting next to Logan, watching his eyes skitter over the coffee table.

"I don't want to fall asleep."

For some reason, the crack in his voice and the twitch of his lips makes Wade's heart fucking hurt like a bitch.

"But you have to, Logan. You'll feel better if you do."

Wade knows Logan doesn't believe him, knows Logan is probably justified for thinking that way. Sleep could feel like a curse when it came with a bunch of shitty dreams and conjured memories that had been forgotten about for years.

But Logan doesn't fight it when Wade helps him lay down and watches him sip at his tea.

"I'll wake you up in three hours."

Logan sleeps.

[putiflowy]

⁎❈ Seong Gi-Hun (nsfw) alphabet ❈⁎

A... (Aftercare)

Gi-Hun is very caring and loving after sex. He doesn't mind that you are covered in sweat or need cleaning. He takes his time to relax after an intense session of sex with kisses, hugs and a lot affectionate words. He cares a lot about his performance, so he will ask things like "did you like it?" or "is there anything I can do to make it better next time?". Gi-Hun will listen carefully to what you have to say and will apply it next time you have sex with him.

B... (What is his favorite body part?)

If Gi-Hun had to chose one body part of yours it would probably be your ass. Whenever he gets the chance he will slap it or give it a firm squeeze. He loves to watch how your butt wiggles as you walk upstairs.

C... (Cum)

Gi-Hun loves to receive blowjobs and his favourite part about it is when your mouth is full of his cum. He enjoys seeing it drip from your lips or when you swallow it.

D... (Dirty secrets)

Despite its innocent appearance, Gi-Hun is a bit of a pervert and can't stop thinking about sex. Seeing you in his pajamas or with tight-fitting clothing is enough to drive him crazy. He will often ask you to have sex in public spaces and since you are a little freak too, you easily join him. There has been times where you have been caught, but that doesn't stop you from anything.

E... (Is he experienced?)

Seong Gi-Hun as the 50 year old man he is, he has had some previous experience. After all, he was a party animal in his teens. Then, he got married but it didn't end up very well. Since the Squid Games, he hasn't been very active sexually speaking... until he found you.

F... (His favourite sex position?)

Gi-Hun enjoys almost every sexual position. He likes to vary not only the positions, but also the locations. He enjoys a good missionary as he gets to see you face while he slams his cock inside you. Though, sometimes he will prefer for you to be on top, riding his cock.

G... (How good is he?)

Gi-Hun cares so much about your pleasure he will dedicate a lot of time just for you to be extremly aroused. So, yeah, he is pretty good.

H... (Hair)

Gi-Hun isn't a particularly hairy man. He has some black hair in his pubic area and other parts.

I... (Intimacy)

Gi-hun loves to moan your name out loud and hold your hand while you're giving him a blowjob. He is the type of guy who gives passionate kisses as he penetrates you.

J... (Jacking off)

Gi-Hun often watches amateur porn to learn new things to try with you. He also loves to jack off to the nudes you send him. There was one time you caught him masturbating to one of your sexy videos. To make the fantasy real, you decided to recreate it and give him a live version of the video.

K... (Any kinks)

Gi-Hun has a huge ass colection of sex toys, for both of you. His online shopping cart is always full of different toys (dildos, vibrators, butt plugs, penis rings...). When you receive a new package from the postman you always ask him "what's this?" to which Gi-Hun always answers "I think you might like it... wanna try?".

L... (Locations)

From time to time, Gi-hun loves to have sex in public spaces. If you go shopping with him, in no time you'll be getting undressed in the fitting room. He also loves to fuck you in bathrooms and in his car. Despite loving to fuck in semi-public spaces, this isn't always possible. Gi-Hun also likes to have sex in the bedroom, the kitchen or in the shower.

M... (Motivation)

It's very easy to get him turned on. He doesn't need any ostentatious lingerie. His old pajamas are enough to make him horny. He also loves it when you take the initiative.

N... (NO)

Gi-Hun is not the type of guy who is into choking, bondage or any sort of thing that could hurt you. To show you how vanilla he is, the most BDSM thing he enjoys is slapping your butt (softly). If he does hurt you while doing so, the aftercare will involve massages, food, reassuring words and other sorts of princess treatments.

O... (Oral)

Gi-Hun loves to eat you out. He is the kind of guy that will take his time until you cum for him.

P... (What pace does he go at?)

The pace depends on what you want. If you want him to go faster, he will keep up the pace until his legs start shaking. If you want him to go slowly, he will do it in the most romantic way you've ever seen. When you don't tell him anything he will try to read your needs and adapt the pace.

Q... (Opinions on quickies?)

He likes them. Mostly when you are fucking in a fitting room or in another semi-public space. However, when you are in his place, he takes his time to satisfy you.

R... (Does he take risks?)

Gi-Hun likes the risk of fucking in a semi-public space. Once, he tried to go wilder and have sex in the park... but you got caught. He remembers that day with a lot of shame. Now he tries to be more careful and find and empty parking spot or a fitting room that has enough privacy.

S... (Stamina)

He can last a lot of time in bed as long as he is playing with you. Once he cums, he needs some time to recover.

T... (Is he into toys?)

Yes! He uses them all of the time.

U... (Is he unfair?)

He loves teasing you. He will caress all the places around your parts just to get you even hornier. He does the same with the toys and you have to beg for him to use them.

V... (Volume)

Gi-Hun is a very LOUD man. When you are all alone he won't have any control over himself. You don't mind this as his yelps of pleasure are one of the sexiest things you have ever heard.

W... (Wild card)

Gi-Hun loves to tease you by sending nudes. He has learnt a lot of sexy ways to take photos from Pinterest. He puts special care with the lightning, what he's wearing, the filters and most importantly, the angles.

X... (X-ray)

His dick is quite average, but enough to give you pleasure.

Y... (Yearning)

Since he met you, his sex drive has been wild. He masturbates a lot thinking about you. He understands that you might not be in the mood everyday and enjoys a good cuddling session just as much as sex.

Z... (Zzz...)

It takes no time for this man to fall asleep on your chest after he is done.

I'm writing one with In-Ho... stay tuned!

[miaoua3]

(pairing: jun x f!reader)

guys i fear the jun drought is getting a bit too serious i miss him sm bring my baby back😞

you were just casually scrolling through your tiktok, taking a full advantage of the free day you and your boyfriend shared, both of you still in your pyjamas despite it being way past 2pm.

the casual music playing from the tv in the background created an even more harmonious and peaceful atmosphere.

just as you readjusted your position and laid fully on your back, you heard your boyfriend yell somewhat softly “baby! look!”.

you looked up from your phone just to see him waddling towards you in matching pyjamas, the sound of his slippers dragging against the wooden floor driving you only mildly insane.

once he reaches you, you plops on top of you, accidentally giving you an elbow to the ribs in the process, before he wiggles between your arms so his head is now completely blocking your view.

he looks up towards you, his boba eyes pleadingly looking at you.

“babe, look at this kitty.”

you focus on the phone that he shoves in your face, mindlessly playing with his hair while you look at the picture of a small black kitten with a baby blue collar.

you let a little “aw” escape you, which you later on will realise was your first mistake.

jun then starts his rambling session “his name is baklava. how cute is that? it says right here that they named him after baklava because he is so sweet with all the staff- baklava is a turkish desert apparently, i had to google it. and look!- he has light heterocromia, see how one eye is a true dark green while the other one is more of a blueish colour, and-and-“.

he kind of stops for a second, now looking a bit unsure, as if he’s reconsidering if he should say the next words or not.

you smile knowingly, tapping your finger against his cheek to get his attention “and?”.

jun raises his head from your chest to look you in the eyes before he continues “and he’s up for adoption…”, he trails off, apparently only heaving enough courage to imply that you should adopt him but not to fully ask you.

you continue playing with his hair while you look at him back, a bit more serious now.

“do you think we could handle it? you are pretty busy with work, and i have work in the mornings too, that means that the little cutie would either have to be alone or maybe be babysat. plus…”, now your turn to hesitate a bit before you resume “…we haven’t been together for that long, only two years…do you think we are ready for that next step?”you finish, looking a bit unsure.

jun looks you in the eyes and with all seriousness answers “first, i told you that you could quit your job, that i would have no problem providing for the both of us. second, i plan on marrying you, sooner or later, but it’s probably going to be sooner, just for your information. so yes, i think we are ready for this next step.”

after a few seconds it hits him just how ballsy his words sound, making him look a but sheepish and unsure, adding “i mean, if you want, that is…”

you take ahold of both his cheeks, pulling his face closer so you can lay a deep but gentle kiss on his lips. smiling against them, you ask through a mumble “you already bought a ring, haven’t you?”

jun, the tease that he is, just shrugs through a smile as a response.

you let go of his face and let your head fall back on the pillow, sighing deeply in fake annoyance, before your self control evaporates, a smile taking over your face.

“lets go get out kitty son.”

you didn’t have to tell jun twice.

[in1-nutshell]

Hi! Glad that the requests are open! Happy late Thanksgiving Day!

What about a Cybertronian Buddy with Wolverine's abilities? You know, retractable claws, healing factor, enhanced senses? Looking tough as nails, yet a big ol' overprotective softy? That would be a great addition to your collection of Buddies!

Oh, you can make Buddy (him) to take a special liking to the Team Prime kiddos (TFP)

Hope you have a good day!

P.S.: the name's Casey. Your writing is awesome!)))

Hi there Casey! And a Happy Late Thanksgiving to you too!

Hope you enjoy!

Bot Buddy who is like Wolverine

SFW, Platonic, Mention of injuries, Cybertronian reader

TFP

Buddy was one of the last outliers to join the Autobots.

There used to be other outliers around, not a lot but enough numbers to notice.

Now as far as he could tell, Buddy was the last one left.

The bot was a peculiar outlier.

Most outliers had just one thing that set them apart from the average bot.

Buddy had a multitude of abilities.

For one, his frame seemed to mend even the deepest of stab wounds.

Something very unusual for a Cybertronian

Buddy stares unbothered by a large slash across his chassis. Bumblebee: “Are you okay?!” Buddy: “Eh.” Bumblebee: “What do you mean ‘Eh’!? You need a medic!”

Buddy’s servo’s had retractable ‘claws’, something he made as his signature weapon on the battlefield.

They could slash through some of the hardest and densest metals know to Cybertron.

Buddy: “Hey Screamer! You want to see my servo transform?” Starscream gets the birdy. Starscream: “What is—ACK!” Buddy leaps to the Seeker and tries to slash him with the birdy. Starscream: “How dare you—WILL YOU STOP DOING THAT! I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHAT YOU’RE DOING!”

But probably one of the most uncanny ability Buddy could do was sense danger.

He didn’t have a scanner or and readings, he just knew something was going to come and it wasn’t friendly.

Buddy suddenly stops in his tracks. Helm finals twitching and tensing. His optics go wide. Buddy: “GET DOWN!” Tackles Bulkhead out of the way of incoming missile attacks. Buddy: “BULKHEAD GET YOUR BLASTED FENDER OFF THE GROUND AND RUN!”

The bot arrived on Earth shortly after most of Team Prime made it to Earth.

It took some time to get adjusted to team life once again, but it came just in time for the arrival of the kids.

Now, Buddy had already shown a bit of a soft spot towards Bumblebee in the beginning.

But no one thought much about it, everyone had a soft spot for the youngest bot.

With the children around, their fellow guardians were a bit worried about what Buddy’s reaction would be.

The bot wasn’t too found of humans after some had egged him in his alt mode.

The kids felt a bit uneasy seeing the bot glaring at them for a couple of days.

Jack: “Hey Arcee, what’s going on with… umm… him?” Arcee looks where Jack gestured. Buddy was brooding in the corner while buffing some old dents out. Arcee: “You mean Buddy?” Jack: “Yeah… why has he been all… what’s the word?” Miko pops up next to him. Miko: “Brooding? A Stick in the mud? Looking like a Con double agent?” Bulkhead: “Miko! Buddy isn’t a spy.” Miko: “Could have fooled me.” Arcee: “Buddy is just like that Miko. He’s actually been better these past few days.” Jack: “This is better? I’d hate to see him on a bad day.” Bulkhead: “Buddy’s been in a good mood since you guys showed up now that I think about it.” Miko: “Ha! Yeah right! He probably wants to kick us for being around.” Arcee and Bulkhead recall Buddy carefully holding a sleeping Raf, looking so stressed because he didn’t know what to do and didn’t want to wake him up. Arcee and Bulkhead: “Sure…”

Jack and Raf had no problem with the grumpy bot.

Buddy had attempted to bond with them after awkwardly asking if they wanted to join him on a drive so they wouldn’t be couped up in the base too long.

Buddy was parked in an empty lot letting Raf and Jack eat a bit in his alt mode. Jack: “You seriously don’t mind?” Buddy: “I don’t see the problem.” Raf: “Thanks!” Buddy: “… Just try and not to eat anything glittery or those spicy chips.” Jack: “What’s wrong with spicy chips?” Buddy: “The smell stays on the seat for days and I’m not exactly too fond of that.”

Miko feels like he targets her in particular.

Buddy always seemed to be around the corner whenever she tried to do something deemed ‘Mischievous’.

He has absolutely no problem scolding the girl for doing things she wasn’t supposed to do.

Buddy has Miko in his servo. She is kicking and tries to get out of his grip. Buddy puts her down and crosses his arms. Buddy: “What in the name of Alpha Trion where you thinking!?” Miko crosses her arms. Miko: “I just wanted to help!” Buddy: “By what!? By running into the groundbrigde all willy nilly, head first straight into battle, provoking STARSCREAM of all bot! WITH A ROCK! Are you trying to get yourself terminated!?” Wheeljack and Bulkhead try to step in. Buddy sends them a glare. Buddy: “No! You are not saving her this time! She needs to know there are consequences for these kinds of actions!”

Yes, they butt heads a lot.

Miko is convinced that he hates her.

Buddy doesn’t, he just worries for her safety as the human with the least amount of self-preservation.

Bulkhead does take some time to defend his teammate and friend.

Buddy had lost a lot of bots he considered family, he just didn’t wan this new one to go up in flames either.

The girl does tone down the aggression a bit and starts leaving doodles for Buddy to find.

Buddy acts like he throws them away.

… But a little yellow bot told her that he keeps every picture in a special drawer in his habsuite.

You have no idea how much I want to give this Buddy a Deadpool partner! I need to start thinking on ideas!

[ill0usainte]

pt. 1

College Student!Gojo, who met you by "accident" outside of the cafe after you just finished buying cups of coffee for later. Of course, what he meant by accident was that he actually knows that you come by at the cafe at exactly 4PM on wednesdays. Ditching Suguru and Shoko for their group project for tomorrow just so he can see you.

College Student!Gojo, who waited for you outside of the cafe-- back against the wall nearby as his eyes trailed onto your bike. His usual cocky attitude that he usually has when it comes to girls quickly dissolves from his body. Because, he knew you were different-- one hell of a difference. He took a deep breath as his mind pops a lot of things that he should say making him cursed to himself.

College Student!Gojo, who perked up when he heard the cafe's hanging bell rang as the door opened. He watches you walk towards your bike, the sound of your mid-length heels against the concrete ground.

College Student!Gojo, who called out a "H-hey!" And cursed at himself after his cringeness. Before you could reach for your keys in the pockets of your slacks, you turned your attention to the white-haired male walking towards you.

Your eyes trailed to his figure up and down-- judging by his appearance, still wearing a school uniform. You assume that he's probably one of those "young guys" again who tries to get to your pants. You raised your brow at the male as he lets out a cheeky grin-- making you click your tongue as you hold onto the paper bag filled with cups of coffee. Another all nighter with your paperwork.

College Student!Gojo, who cleared his throat to dismiss the quiet tension between the both of you. "You....got a nice bike there" He said as he pointed at your bike, you blink as you nod saying a "thank you" making Gojo smile, but it quickly disappeared when he noticed that you're reaching for your keys inside your pocket.

"Hey! Uhm..." He said trying to steal your attention which works as you turn to face him.

"I'm Satoru Gojo" He introduced his self, offering his hand. A smile on his face-- while deep inside he's dying of embarrassment not even knowing what his next move will be after this.

You clicked your tongue, as you looked at him. The male gulped, as his eyes trailed at your figure. God, how that attire looks hot on you. Dark-red collared shirt paired with a black blazer, slacks and a windbreaker jacket over it.

He pushed his thoughts away-- hand still hanging on the air waiting for you to shake it and exchange names. Well, actually he doesn't need you to introduce yourself to him since he already knows what your name is. So if you won't tell him your name that wouldn't be a problem with him anymore.

"Y/N" You answered him, as you pushed your key to the keyway of your motor.

"Wait! Can I uh please have yourrrrrr...." He waved his hands up, like a sad puppy trying to make their owner have pity on them.

"My?" You asked, tilting your head to the side a bit looking at him with those eyes of yours-- making him purse his lips.

"Num......number...please?" He muttered the last word, as he put a hand over his nape.

You hesitated as you stared at your hand holding the key.

Gojo sweatdrop as he waits for your response-- hopefully you won't brush him off again like last time!

"Please please please please" The voices in his head said in unison. As he closed his eyes and put on a smile waiting for acceptance. Not even leaving a room for rejection! Never, rejection isn't in his vocabulary. He will do whatever it takes to not make that word go through his vocabulary.

You breathe softly as you blink, "a little fun wouldn't hurt, right?" You thought-- looking at the poor anxious male in front of you waiting for your response.

"Sure"

"Thank the gods!" He shouted through his mind, as his eyes lightened-- grinning at relief.

Slinging the paper bag onto the handle of your bike as you hold your helmet.

"I- uh wait let me just get my phone-" Gojo stammered, grabbing his bag and opening it. As he search for his phone inside. Before he can find it you are already writing on a small piece of paper over the top of your helmet.

"Found it-!" He said-- holding his phone. He looked at you, only for him to be surprised that you're offering him a folded paper.

"Here" You said-- the male accepting the paper, carefully holding it as he watches you put on your helmet and sit on your bike.

"Gotta go, still got some things to do" You said, your face covered with the black visor of your helmet as you started your engine.

"Yes- be saf-" Before he could finish his sentence-- you already drove off.

College Student!Gojo, whose heart skipped a beat, as he grinned watching your figure driving away as it slowly disappeared far away. Holding the folded paper against his chest as he smiled.

College Student!Gojo, who quickly unfolded the paper that he's holding.

College Student!Gojo, who blushed as he sees a kiss mark of your red lipstick on the paper under your written number.

080-xxxx-xxxx

💋

College Student!Gojo, who ran a hand through his locks as he chuckle.

Oh he can't wait to text you once he gets home.

Illou's Note! Gojo is around 23 while the reader is in her early 30s :3.

[mviswidow]

muse

Amy March x Fem Reader

Word Count: 1k

Summary: While in Paris, Amy needs a nude model to practice anatomy and you volunteer without a second thought.

A/N: i genuinely have no idea if anyone will read this but i adore amy and this has been sitting in my drafts for probably a year and a half or longer so i figured i should finally post it

You honestly didn’t think twice before volunteering yourself when Amy mentioned that she wanted to practice anatomy with a model. She'd just complained that men were usually the only ones with the privilege of having them.

You’ve been friends with Amy since she first came to Paris and she felt like a breath of fresh air. You differ from most Parisians in that you prioritize what you want to do rather than what others think you should do, and Amy liked that about you. Her bright smile, free spirit, and warm personality were what initially drew you to her.

Lately, you’ve been afraid that Amy would discover that you're into women, especially after how eagerly you volunteered to be her model, but the enthusiastic grin she gave as she clapped her hands together in excitement eased your concerns.

Standing awkwardly in an expensive robe beside Amy as she gets her paints ready, you wait anxiously for her to tell you what to do.

Now you’re tying Amy’s smock for her, hyper-aware of how cold the room is and you let your hands rest carefully at her waist for half a second as you take a breath to calm yourself.

Amy turns to face you, sensing that you’ve finished since she couldn’t feel your hands moving anymore, “You look nervous.“

“Is it really that obvious?“

“It’s okay, I’m nervous, too.”

You roll your eyes playfully at that, “What do you have to be nervous about?“

“I’ve never done this before either, and I want to do it well because… it’s important that your beauty is captured perfectly.“

Your face flushes and you bite your bottom lip, now noticing the nervousness in Amy’s body language after she mentioned it.

“I’m confident that it will be perfect, everything you touch practically turns to gold.“

Amy blushes and dips her head, “I don’t know about that.. but thank you.“

You shake your head and wave her off, “You don’t have to thank me, it’s the truth.“

The two of you hold eye contact, and for a moment it feels like Amy is looking into your soul. She opens her mouth to say something but is interrupted by a knock on the door.

She clears her throat and turns away from you, towards the door, “Come in.“

You watch one of Amy’s aunt’s staff come inside and talk to her briefly about an upcoming party Mrs March is throwing. When she leaves, Amy turns back to you with a tightlipped smile, “Are you ready to get started?“

You muster up the courage to nod and she takes one of your hands in her own. You notice it's warmth as she leads you to where she wants you to sit.

Once you're seated on the stool she's set up for you, you move to untie the robe, but Amy’s hand stops you. You look up at her and watch her swallow, “I-I’ve been thinking that maybe you should sit and then we fix the robe so it’s draped over your arms… What do you think about that?“

You nod silently and sit on the wooden chair, anxiety bubbling up inside you.

Amy then carefully reaches out, taking your chin between her pointer finger and thumb, and angles your face the slightest bit towards the window. She glances right at your lips before releasing your face and you have to convince yourself that you didn’t imagine it.

She backs up a few paces and chews on her bottom lip until you assume she’s decided that she likes the way the sun is hitting your face. “OK,“ was all she said before walking back over.

You know what comes next, but your heart still stutters when Amy stands right in front of you and looks at you with an expression that you could only imagine being her way of asking for your consent.

“Go ahead,” you say quietly, and watch her intensely as she loosens the knot that ties the robe closed. You feel her fingers graze your stomach as she pulls the fabric apart.

When you look back up at her, you realize that she’s avoiding looking at your breasts, and her face has flushed.

“Are you okay?“

“I just-“ she lets out a big breath and you shiver as the warm air tickles your face.

“You can relax, Ames, it’s just me,” you say, although at the forefront of your mind was how hard your heart was hammering in your chest.

She stays silent while you continue looking at her. She glances down at your lips again, you look at hers, and in a moment of confidence, you lean up and kiss her.

You shut your eyes tightly and both of you freeze for a moment. You don’t even dare to breathe until Amy leans closer.

She rests a gentle hand just above your knee as she pulls away, breathing heavily, her face still inches from yours. As you look at her, you suddenly have so many things you want to say to her. The dreams you’ve had of her, how long you’ve been aching to kiss her, how utterly beautiful she is, but you don’t get to say any of that because she’s pulling you in and kissing you feverishly before you can.

Your hands fly to her shoulders, steadying yourself, and you almost faint when you feel Amy’s hand at your bare waist. Her touch is electrifying and your head buzzes contently as her tongue swipes across your bottom lip, a request for more.

When you moan against her mouth, her grip at your waist tightens and you have to pull your lips from hers to take a breath, “You’re incredible, Amy. You’re beautiful -”

You're interrupted by the blonde’s venture to your neck. She nips at the skin of your neck deliciously. “You’re the muse here,” she teases.

You chuckle as your hand finds its way to her hair. You were happy to see that Amy had regained her confidence and was almost surprised by her forwardness, but you knew she had it in her.

When Amy’s hand bravely found its way to your breast, the moan that escaped your lips echoed throughout the room. She bit down as if to punish you, but you weren’t so sure that it could be considered a punishment if you enjoyed it so much.

“You have to be quiet if you want me to keep going, darling, there’s staff around outside.”

Your cheeks flush red at the suggestiveness in her tone and it takes everything in you to take her head in your hands and guide her away from your neck.

She's wearing an expression of confusion and you can see a bit of panic in her eyes, "What's wrong?"

You chuckle and take her hand, squeezing it to reassure her, "Nothing, it's just - you have to paint, Ames. I know this is important to you."

"Right, I forgot," she blushes, releasing a sigh of relief.

Amy is about to start repositioning you again before you pull her towards you for another kiss. Before either of you can get lost in it, you pull away, "Hey, but after you're all done, if you wanted, my schedule for the rest of the day is clear so -"

"Yes," she interrupts you, a bright smile on her face.

[phyx-m]

Beneath The Silk | True form Sukuna x Reader

🔗 Masterlist

Chapter 33: Ruin

Content warning: Blood (from the previous chapter), light bondage, Sukuna’s two cocks, male masturbation, oral sex/vaginal/anal fingering (female receiving), degradation, spit as lube, rough sex, implied hate sex, double penetration, spanking, choking, double creampie, no aftercare, angst? (probably).

🔗 Songs for this chapter:

Tunnel Lights - Chelsea Wolfe (Crosses remix) Change (In The House Of Flies) - Deftones Closer - Nine Inch Nails

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Chapter 32

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Tips of tongues. Teeth, then hands. Hot and insistent. When Sukuna’s mouth collides against your parted lips, you’re lost. Completely gone. Because the kiss is an assault, a drawn-out battle—one you’ll likely lose but one you’ll not forget.

With his lower hands trapping your hands at the small of your back, you’re helpless against him. A woman tethered, held at his mercy, ready and willing to be offered up to a sensation that feels both forbidden and wrong.

And Sukuna must feel it too, because he takes. Gods, how he takes, like a man starved, denied sustenance for a lifetime.

Mouth opening wider against his, your gasping pants slip through the narrow space between. Your knees grow unsteady at the sound of his heavy breath, coiling through you like sin. It’s everything you’ve imagined him to be. His body, raw power, looming over you, impossibly tall, a beast ready to consume.

Tilting his head, the King of Curses deepens the kiss, the edges of his mask brushing your cheek while the massive hand cradling the back of your head holds you firmly in place, unable to break the embrace even if you wanted to. And that control sends a searing heat through you, yet some defiant sliver inside pushes back. As his dominance sinks down, you rise onto your toes, pushing up into his mouth with equal carnality. 

Laving your tongue slowly across his bottom lip, you earn a guttural grunt in response. Emboldened, your teeth follow on the next pass, pausing briefly before sinking in and biting down. Hard.

A growl travels up inside his chest, and the hand at the back of your head tunnels deeper into your hair. Fingers tightening around the strands, he fists them, and without breaking the kiss, he yanks your head back, wrenching you painfully.

“Fucking bastard,” you breathe into his mouth, the words steaming between you as you drag the spot you bit back between your teeth.

Another graze. Another bite. Harder. Until you taste copper on your tongue. His grip on your hair tightens in warning.

“Reckless little bitch,” he muffles a hiss against you before capturing your lips again while his upper left arm—the only one not touching you—catches you around the waist.

In an instant, Sukuna lifts you, your feet slipping free from the floor, leaving a slick puddle of blood behind. Pressing you firmly against his chest, he strides forward and, in one, two, three steps, shoves you back. The kiss remains unbroken, your spine slams into the nearest wall, and a sharp burst of pain radiates through your wounded body. When a soft cry escapes you, your mouths come apart for the briefest heartbeat. But Sukuna doesn’t let you pull away. On a growl, he crushes you back to him, capturing every sound with the greedy smack of his lips.

You moan, a mix of pain and pleasure. 

Closer.

You need to be closer, or you’ll lose your mind. Which you likely already have.

“More.” A breath into him.

Dizzy, you can’t tell if the word escaped or still lingers, trapped inside your thoughts.

He pushes his pelvis forward, knocking into you, rolling his body into yours. And you can feel them—the swell of his bulge.

Fuck.

“Give me more of you.”

You’re just as uncertain who said that.

Him.

Growling deeply, Sukuna drags his open mouth over yours, and you eagerly part your lips to meet him.

The kiss grows frantic, angry, bordering on violent.

Together, you seek every corner possible, every dip and curve of the other’s mouth. Your teeth release his lip, and your tongues thrust together, his curling around yours. You kiss until you can’t breathe. Kiss until you hear his heavy breath against your face again, and that sound alone draws another moan from your throat, louder and more desperate than before.

Yes.

Madness.

This is insanity.

Lowering your feet back to the floor but keeping you pinned to him, Sukuna’s legs cage around yours, his wide hips sinking forward to trap you between the wood at your back. His upper hands shift to engulf either side of your jaw, thumbs sliding up to press into the soft skin before your ears. He forces your head to tilt up while you try to find every new angle of him you can reach. It’s still not enough—though it should be. You should be thinking of the regret that will follow.

But there’s no room for that now.

No time.

This is a need that demands to be satisfied.

With a slow slide, his upper right hand shifts, his thumb brushing the corner of your mouth. It feels as though he wants to touch your lips not just with his own but with his fingertips, too—like he’s trying to memorize their shape.

The action momentarily pulls you back. You’re unsure what to think.

But as your mouths realign, the kiss changes.

The earlier brutality eases. Bruising presses soften, replaced by slower, lingering touches. It becomes a lazy exploration. Where his thumbs rest, they trace tiny circles, and your noses nudge and brush together. A deep purr rumbles from his chest, and you grow weak against him. Tongues glide now, smooth and crawling, speaking not of dominance but of something frighteningly tender. 

A longing.

And one more emotion that’s—

“Enough!” Sukuna growls, yanking his head back abruptly.

The embrace topples.

The spell shatters.

Your eyes flick open, and reality crashes back down once more.

Staring up, still pinned to the wall, both your laboured breaths intertwine, caught in the heat where your bodies almost touch. He glares down at you, panting, as if you’d just tried to kill him.

“We’ll not do that again,” he murmurs thickly, voice rough. The eyes on his mask appear a little bit larger, heavy-lidded but burning as they pierce down and into you.

“We’ll not do what? Kiss?” you say, the sneer curving your lips impossible to hide. “Even though you’re the one who had me crushed between you and the damn wall.”

You wriggle in his tight hold for emphasis, and Sukuna leans back, his mouth twitching with irritation.

“If you think you’ll find that kind of warmth here...” His gaze falls to your swollen lips, staring for a moment longer before they lift. “You won’t.”

Warmth.

As if he ever understood what that was to begin with.

You fight back a sardonic laugh that is eager to rise. Even with your limited experience of whatever this warmth is he speaks of, you know there’s no place for it between you and the King of Curses. Especially now. Anything that might have been possible is already buried.

But choices remain, and there’s still something you want.

You want to make this man regret every moment of knowing you. You want him to hurt as he has hurt you. You want to walk away from this, knowing you’ve left a permanent fucking scar on his soul.

You want to ruin him as he has ruined you.

“And what is it that I’ll find here?” You lift your chin, your face solid and emotionless, even as you battle against the sensation of blood soaking through your garment.

The pupils of Sukuna’s ripple-like eyes dance and move across your face, then drop, tracing the lines of your figure.

“You already know the answer,” he coos lowly.

Shifting his upper right hand, it leaves your neck to trail downward, grazing the neckline of your sodden yukata before taking hold of the front panel.

“What we’ve both wanted.”

There’s a pounding starting in your chest. 

While his upper left hand joins the right, his lower hands readjust their hold, keeping your wrists firmly pinned. And slowly, he begins to part the garment.

The pounding turns into a flutter that forces its way through your pulse—whether from arousal or the fact that you’re still bleeding out, you’re not sure. But you refuse to drop to your knees and beg for him to heal you.

“And you presume to still know what that is,” you murmur, gaze fixed on his face, defying the pull to look down at the hands undressing you.

The King of Curses gives another tug at the garment, revealing the curve of your clavicle, and the skin around his four eyes crinkles with a growing smirk.

Arrogant.

Leaning in close, a few unruly strands of pink hair slip free.

“Don’t I?” he whispers smugly, tilting his head, then pushing the fabric open further. Without the pressure of the yukata, the wound on your shoulder trickles a thin line of crimson down your chest, tracing your sternum before descending to the floor.

“Then tell me to stop.” His voice drops, becoming a low rasp. 

That thumping in your heart turns racing, the beat echoing too loud inside your throat. Hands finding more garment, he pushes it open further, exposing the ends of your collarbones and cool, damp skin pebbles where the fabric disappears.

“Tell me to stop…”

Your pulse hums and brightens, heat sliding down your body to your stomach, then settling between your thighs.

“I won’t.”

“Say it.” His aroused gaze dips, lower eyes following the curve of your shoulders as he reveals more of you. “Tell me you don’t want this.”

You shake your head softly.

“I can’t.”

Because it would be a lie.

You want to give in to your desires, to be taken by him, to pull him under and keep drowning him. Drag him further into his perceived suffering.

Sukuna’s hands still, his eyes slipping back to yours.

“Then don’t,” he murmurs.

Away from your shoulders, the ruined fabric is pulled aside, and you shudder as the tops of your breasts are exposed. With another slow push, it parts cleanly down your torso, falling off your shoulders and down your arms. Using the coordination of his four hands, he carefully threads the sleeves loose, ensuring your fingertips never brush him. The swell of your breasts spills free, peaked nipples catch in the dim light, but Sukuna doesn’t look. He keeps his eyes held with yours. Once the garment catches and hangs loose at the resistance of the waist sash, his upper hands plane smoothly across your stomach toward it, fingers teasing the fabric. You swallow softly, aware that with a single tug, the yukata will fall.

“Look at you…” he whispers, loosening the simple knot slowly. “Covered in blood…” He pulls one end of the tie. “Just like the first time I saw you, all those years ago.”

The sash slides free. The layers drop, and fabric slips from your body, pooling silently on the floor at your feet.

Standing there, exposed before him for the first time, a wave of insecurity peaks, your eyes hesitating under its weight. You fight the urge to look away but keep your attention on Sukuna’s austere expression. He still doesn’t look down at your naked figure. Instead, he leans in, his upper right hand moving to the laceration he cleaved into your shoulder, and with a single sweep, he heals it, the hurt flaring then fading. Gently, he wipes away some of the dried blood with his thumb. After that, his upper left hand climbs around to your back, finding and tending to the final wound etched in there.

Eyes falling shut, you exhale with relief.

But suddenly, there’s a yank at your wrists. Your eyes snap open. Sukuna forces you into an arch as he bends your arms behind your back.

“What the hell are you doing?” you demand, shifting on your feet as he binds you with your yukata sash, tying it tight around your wrists and letting them rest securely against your body.

“That’s funny.”

He pulls away once he’s finished and turns, offering you his muscled back, before striding toward the unlit iron brazier in the corner.

“What is?” you grind out, tugging against the strip of fabric holding you, but it doesn’t give.

Swiping a hand over the brazier, Sukuna revives the fire within. A pocket of soft reds flares, touching his figure in a dark glowing silhouette.

“If you think I’d trust you not to touch me,” he mutters, head tilted down toward the flame, “just to try and kill me while I take you, then you’re proving, yet again, to be far more naive than I thought.”

He pauses, then steps away.

“I’ll not have you touch me again.”

Your nostrils flare. Of course, neither of you trusts the other.

“Besides,” he continues, stepping to the garden door. He pauses in the open threshold, facing the velvet night with his back still turned to you. “Seeing you bound while I fuck my cocks into you while spread out beneath me will be...” He trails off, leaving the thought unfinished. Whatever circles around in his twisted mind has drawn him into silent contemplation.

“You’re aware I can’t use my gift again so soon after you provoked me, right?” you growl, tapping a small step in his direction.

The firelight crackles and cuts, dancing over and illuminating his back and sirwal. It’s still smeared with blood and dirt from your encounter in the forest—an encounter where you awakened something you never knew you were capable of.

“If you were more disciplined,” he spits, resting a hand on the delicate panel of the sliding door, “you could.”

“Not everyone is as cruel and powerful as you,” you snap back, anger cresting in the timbre of your voice.

Those thick, inked shoulders tense and swell.

“A martyr through and through.” Sukuna shakes his head. “And with that, you’re fragile. Always needing someone to mend you after every little hurt!” 

He slides the door shut with a sharp bang, making you jump. The force stirs the air, causing the firelight to flicker, shadows to scatter apart before reshaping themselves again.

“One day, that weakness will cost you everything!”

A notch grabs at your brow.

The fucking hubris of this man.

The urge to yell back at him digs into your tongue. You want to demand why it even matters to him, why he cares at all.

You open your mouth, take another step, but before the words even slip free, he turns, and his eyes fall on you.

You freeze.

In an instant, Sukuna’s anger banks into one of heavy silence.

Quiet.

He takes you in, takes you apart.

Every aspect of you.

Your chest rises and falls, and his gaze follows its familiar path, beginning with your eyes. It lingers there briefly before drifting slowly downward—tracing the curve of your face, the line of your neck, and continuing lower to your torso and hips. His eyes crawl across the apex of your thighs before continuing down your legs, before finally stopping at your feet, perhaps even pausing on the tips of your toes. At the extreme amount of dedication he pours into studying your body, your throat dips softly, and you swallow.

When Sukuna drags his four eyes up, deep hunger darkens the edges of his red irises. The pupils dilate. Swollen and black. They’ve become lust-ridden, and he’s become a different creature in the span of a heartbeat.

Without breaking eye contact, his upper hands move to the knot securing his sirwal, and with a simple tug, it unravels. His lower hands follow, hooking his thumbs into the waistband, and slowly, he pulls the garment down. Your entire body tenses as you watch, your brow furrowing in anticipation. As the fabric slips over his two jutting cocks, they strain against his abdomen, causing blood to rush to your cheeks. Looking at them, it’s difficult to breathe. They sit atop the other, thick and big and hard and in the fiery light, you see the soft, distended veins that run along the underside. You see the tips, swollen and red, leaking with precum, see two black banded tattoos encircling them, one near the base and another below the crown.

He is…

Well, words can’t do him justice.

Squeezing your thighs together, a throbbing settles in your folds. You should be running in the opposite direction, not standing here face-to-face like this, because it becomes harder to look anywhere else, leaving you so exposed and vulnerable, especially after everything that’s happened tonight.

“Sit.”

The command pulls you out of your thoughts, and finally, you avert your gaze. Sukuna lets his garment fall completely to the floor before pointing to the raised futon.

Nervously, you step across the room, your eyes following the shifting patterns of light dancing on the ground to distract yourself. As you near the futon, tucked in the softer shadows, your heart begins to thump out a harder rhythm. Bound and reaching it, you turn and perch on the edge, letting your feet dangle, toes grazing the wooden floor.

The room remains silent.

Soft crackles hiss from the brazier, and warmth fills out the space.

But it’s too quiet. Uncomfortably so.

From the cool blue shadows near the garden door, where Sukuna stands, his lower red eyes watch you, unblinking. Then he finally moves, pulling away from the frame.

“Lay back and open your thighs for me,” he orders flatly, sliding a hand through his hair.

Taking his time to cross the space, his sturdy tattooed thighs flex and strain under his weight, his heavy cocks swaying while resting against his abdomen with each step. Coming to stand at the edge of the futon, towering over you, the slit on his torso begins to part, and the maw awakens. Another flutter rushes into your pulse.

“Are you planning to shove me between its teeth again?” you ask, nodding toward the abyss.

Sukuna says nothing, lost in an inward retreat. He’s gone so withdrawn and guarded that it's painful to even look at him.

With a quiet huff, you edge backward as best you can, keeping your balance until you lie back and carefully drop your knees to the side. Once they rest into the soft, whispering folds of the quilt, your eyes wander up and latch on to his.

“Wider,” he growls, jaw clenching. “Show me the spot that has you aching the most.”

You do, pushing your legs out further until the muscles of your thighs burn. You present him with your core. It’s throbbing, aching and growing wet under his intense gaze dripping over you.

“Better,” he mumbles, raising his two bottom hands to his cocks. “Just like that, keep them open.”

Hands curling around each rigid shaft, he palms them into his fists, and slowly, so fucking slow, wrists moving, he begins to stroke himself.

Up and down, and up and down.

You watch him take pleasure in himself, a little too mesmerized by the soft sound of his skin and the rhythm of his massive hands gliding over his dicks. It’s erotic and intoxicating. And just the very idea that he’s standing before you, pumping himself while his upper eyes rest on your face and the lower pair hungrily devours your cunt, draws a heat across your skin. An urge to touch yourself climbs into you while he works himself, but you can’t, not like this.

“I can see that pretty shine forming while you watch this.” It takes a moment, but slowly, his heavy body relaxes, the tension leaving. His breathing grows audible, and a flush moves across his skin.

“It's making you drip all over my sheets like a filthy whore,” he admonishes you roughly on an upstroke that grows faster, his heavy balls lifting and falling, and your head grows tingly at the sight.

“Tell me, how wet are you for me?”

Swallowing, you subtly lick your lips and push up on your elbows.

“Soaking,” you murmur half-heartedly, too busy watching his cocks drooling for you, watching how his fingers grip tightly around their girth, imagining your tongue or your hands on them, touching the veins ridged down his shafts or tonguing your way over the swollen heads.

Only then do you realize this is the first time you’ve seen a fully erect man before you, and it’s embarrassing how captivated you are by him.

Ryomen Sukuna is, to be clear, perfection.

“Louder!” he orders, his voice a growl. “And bring those perverse eyes up here.”

Your gaze moves to his smirking face.

“I said I was soaking!” you hiss, trying to match his tone with your rising voice. “Asshole…” you finish in a mutter.

Tipping back his head, he reveals the strong column of his throat—a throat you once wondered if you could strangle. Sukuna grins, like the devil himself, before widening his stance and staring down at you along the length of his broad nose.

“Good girl.” The praise is enough to set your blood hot and emerges from his lips in a husky purr, followed by a ragged exhale tearing from the back of his throat. All four of his eyes remain on you, devouring you as you lay stretched across his sheets like an offering.

Aroused, you start to move your hips—soft, lazy undulations, back and forth to ease the tension in your core.

“Fuck,” Sukuna breathes quietly, eyes tracing the subtle movements with his lower eyes.

He likes this.

The skin-on-skin contact of his hands and shafts grows louder, and heat scorches you further as you watch his fists squeeze tighter, his strokes becoming heavier and faster. His mouth tugs slightly, then parts, the muscles along his abdomen flexing and tensing. The tips of his cocks well with more pearly beads, enough that on the lower one, a droplet slides down the length of his shaft until it pulls away and falls to the floor. Your breaths become unsteady at the sight of it. Of his members becoming slick and glistening. They look like they’re aching, desperate to be touched. 

“Look at your sweet virgin cunt begging for me to fuck it,” he grunts past his teeth, and you’re almost panting as his voice becomes coarse with arousal.

Subconsciously, you bring your legs together and squeeze, hips and thighs gently moving back and forth for friction.

“With the way you’re looking at me, practically eating me alive while stroking yourself,” you say, your words catching slightly, “it seems like you want it too, maybe even a little desperately.”

Sukuna’s mouth twitches at your comment. Dangerous to tease him like this, but you keep going.

“You haven’t fucked in months.” You push and grind your thighs harder, and he watches, stroking his cocks in rhythm. “Since the weather was warm.”

Still unsure what’s truth and what’s lies, you watch his reaction closely.

Nothing.

You pause and tilt your head before opening your legs wide for him again, tempting and rolling your hips back and forth.

“Haven’t fucked since—” You raise an eyebrow as if you aren’t afraid of the consequences. “Since the day after I arrived… have you?”

You’re clenching and throbbing around nothing, and the King of Curses’ nostrils flare.

“I wonder why that is,” you taunt, swivelling in tighter circles.

Sukuna stops pumping his cocks but grips them tightly at the base.

“Am I wrong?” Your voice becomes light.

He says nothing, but his mouth twitches. And now you’re fighting a cocky grin. 

So, not a lie?

“You know,” he growls dangerously, dropping his hands from his shafts. “The more you try to speak with such overstated pride…” He steps forward, bending, then reaching so his fingers dig into your thighs. He drags you to the edge of the futon. Your eyes come level with his, indignation spreading across his snarling face. “The more you’re getting on my fucking nerves.”

With his upper left hand curling around the back of your neck, he forces you to sit up on your knees, back arching in a contorted position. He bends further, keeping his eyes with yours.

“Open up for me,” he hisses angrily into your face, gaze darting to your mouth, then back up.

That demand, that stupid demand. He’s said it to you before, and now that everything is laid bare and coming from him again, it sounds so different. 

You hesitate.

Watching you sternly, he reaches down to his upper cock, and runs his thumb along the tip, collecting the precum that has beaded there. 

“I said open.” He nudges his chin and brings his hand forward just shy of your mouth. “I’ll not ask again.”

Catching his gaze, you part your lips, tongue pulling away to peek out slightly. His eyes hood, becoming heated with lust as he stares at your open mouth. Slowly, you watch as he brushes his slicked thumb onto your bottom lip, where he drags it across. Curiosity has the tip of your tongue darting out to taste the pad of his finger. His eyes darken further, while you savour the saltiness of his early seed.

“Since you’re desperate enough to pry into my private life, I’ll tell you.” His voice roughens. Finger pressing harder, he pulls your lip down, revealing your teeth. “No, I haven’t sought out anyone else since you arrived. For a while now…”

He pauses, his words trailing off, and you wonder if he’s reflecting on the seven years spent despising you.

“My thoughts have been consumed… elsewhere,” he concludes with a grumble.

You stare at him, searching his face.

“A truth, for once?” you murmur, his finger still resting against your drawn-down lip.

It steals a half smirk from him, and he nods. Leaving you unsure of what to say. But the expression he wears quickly fades. His jaw clenches as though he’s holding back the rest of that truth.

“And with that arrival,” he continues, tracing your bottom lip back and forth, lower eyes tracking the movement. “I’ve wondered for a while what this mouth would look like wrapped around my cock. What it would feel like to do the most depraved things to you.” His thumb leaves your lip, and his hand slips to grip your neck. “To witness you kneeling before my feet and worshiping me while I fuck your throat raw… watch you choke on it until your eyes well with tears that belong only to me.”

His fingertips trace the curve of your neck with care, sliding down to rest in the hollow of your throat.

Words fail to form. The possessiveness behind what he says and the image he’s pushed into your mind. It leaves you with only soft, unintelligible sounds.

Dipping his thumb into the groove of your clavicle, Sukuna pauses.

“However…”

His eyes narrow to dark ruins.

Whatever truth or reflection was there vanishes.

“I’ve waited too long for this.” A growl edges his voice, lip curling back, he bares his teeth.

Without warning, he releases you and pushes you roughly onto the bedding, where you land with a sharp inhale. As you shift, trying to find a comfortable position for your bound hands, you catch sight of him sinking to his knees at the edge of the futon. You look up just as he grabs your ankles, pulling you closer to the edge. Without pause, he roughly hoists your calves onto his broad shoulders and dips his head between your open thighs, working his jaw as he does. Making eye contact with you, he opens his mouth and spits onto your entrance. Your breath catches at the sensation before he reaches forward and starts to rub his thumb along your slit, swirling the saliva up and down and then slowly, he sinks two fingers in deep.

Blinding heat spills across your vision. The intrusive pressure of being filled by him again has your mouth dropping open silently, but a long moan soon follows from up your throat, making Sukuna’s eyes hood.

“That’s it,” he husks, pushing further until you see his knuckles softly brush your skin. “Let me hear you.”

You’ll not restrain yourself any longer.

“Oh, fuck,” you whine around the increasing pleasure of him working your body so well, mesmerized by the sight as he pulls and drives his fingers in and out. Your juices and his spit make soft, sticky noises that mingle with the crackling of the fire.

Erotic.

Pumping his fingers, his lower left hand comes up and switches, replacing his fingers that were in your cunt only to drag them down lower while the other one slips back inside your wet heat. He pauses at your asshole before leaning in to spit there. Your body jumps, and then he’s pressing one solid finger against your tight hole. Shifting side to side, you feel uncomfortable at the pressure and try to shut your thighs closed, but when his eyes shoot up to your face, you still.

“Relax,” he grumbles quietly, looking away and dipping his head down to drip more saliva onto your ass. “I’ll not let it hurt.”

Pushing his upper hands under your asscheeks, he spreads them wide, letting the spit curve down to reach his finger, and finally, with a gentle twist, he slowly breaches the ring of muscle. 

There’s a bright ache.

“Sukuna!” You don’t mean to wince out his name, but it comes along with the new sensation of having that hole filled for the first time.

“There you go,” he coos darkly, working his fingers, pumping them, stretching you open. He brings his head down and adds his tongue to the mess, licking and nipping at your drenched folds before nudging, then flicking right across your tight nub.

You tense, a knot forming in your abdomen, then you’re gone—falling, deeper, farther, endlessly.

Losing yourself to him again.

A pull too strong. 

One you can’t seem to deny.

Fingers fucking into your holes, lips sucking, and tongue moving steadily back and forth across your clit, pleasure darts through you. You’re quickly becoming a moaning mess beneath his mouth. And bound at his mercy, all you can do is let your back arch off the sheets, let your legs press inward over his tattooed shoulders until your heels dig into his skin. The King of Curses muffles a deep grunt into your damp sex and adjusts the hold he has on you.

A tight hold. One you can’t break.

Back and forth, in and out, faster, more pressure.

“Pathetic.” Sukuna pulls his mouth back, red eyes staring up at you from the planes of your body.

“What—ah!”

He adds another finger inside each hole, and your question cuts into a mangled whimper at the stretch. Guiding his mouth back down, he breathes heavily across your cunt, his tongue pushing up and into your lips and assaulting its way across your swollen clit over and over again. And you’re gasping, moaning, squirming in his grasp so much that his upper hands abandon their grip on your ass to pin your hips down.

“Look at that,” he mouths against your slit, tonguing you before tugging your folds impatiently into his mouth, and you clench. He teases your pussy again before releasing it to lift his head.

Both your eyes wander to each other, staying for a moment.

“Look at your tight cunt and ass relishing in being played with by the very monster you failed to kill.”

He pauses.

That look. His gaze is cruel.

“You should be embarrassed!” he sneers.

Humiliation snags in your chest.

“Fuck you!” you hiss, and he drives his fingers deeper to hit a sweet spot making your mouth fall open on a whine.

No longer able to form something combative, your soft pants turn into frustrated groans, loosened muscles trembling and contracting under the constant stimulation as your orgasm builds. Head falling back deeper into the mounds of pillows fitted across the futon, your eyes drift to the ceiling before sliding shut.

“That’s what I thought,” he growls, his words muffled as he eats at you eagerly. “Look how well your body is enjoying this.”

The tip of his tongue lashes back and forth across your sensitive nub until all you hear is wetness clicking. You open your eyes, shake and tremble under his mouth and under his words.

“You enjoy me,” he adds, his licks and sucks becoming firmer, pumping fingers harder, head moving up and down to reach your flushing core.

Back and forth, in and out, faster, more pressure.

You moan loudly.

The approaching orgasm causes a warmth to reach and unfurl inside your belly, forcing your eyes into a soft squint and brows to furrow. Opening his mouth, Sukuna circles and flicks his tongue rapidly across your clit again, and you rupture. Your sex clenches. Mouth dropping open, a desperate cry rips out of you, and you cum, grinding your pelvis to prolong the sensation. And Sukuna is groaning loudly into you, lapping up the arousal that softly gushes out of you.

If the clash between you earlier in the night didn’t wake the entire shrine, the sounds of pleasure he’s tearing from your soul and the ones escaping him surely would.

Both of you undulate together. Breathe deeply together. 

Sukuna drinks and sucks at your entrance, his eyes finding yours, and you watch him.

“And you enjoy me just as much,” you choke out, words lost in your throaty cries of bliss.

“Say it louder! I can’t hear over all your whining and moaning,” he rumbles at you before dragging his tongue around the fingers plunging in and out of your pussy, spit dripping down to soak the ones inside your ass.

Lifting your head higher, you blink down at his massive figure, kneeling at the end of the futon.

“I said you enjoy me just as much, if not more!” you hiss spitefully. “Just admit it.”

Pulling his fingers out of you abruptly, he shoves your legs off his shoulders, pushes you flat against the bedding, and rises. You sit up instantly, but he’s already closing in, crawling onto the futon and toward you. Your pulse kicks into overdrive as you scramble to create space, but his massive body comes closer, his stomach mouth huffing, tongue laving out. And bound as you are, moving away is useless, and he seems to know it. A sadistic chuckle rumbles from Sukuna as he slaps a hand around your ankle and tauntingly reels you back to him. You slide across your backside until you’re face to face, him hovering over you, the grin on his lips widening into something twisted.

Smoothly, he flips you onto your stomach, and your skin sinks into the soft quilt beneath you, but your body stiffens as his lower hands glide possessively over your thighs to your hips before yanking them upward. With your arms pinned awkwardly behind you, tension coils tightly in your chest. It only winds further when his massive frame settles heavily behind you.

“You want to know how much I enjoy you?” he whispers into your neck before swiping his tongue up to your ear. You shudder at the feel of it, pushing back against him with an exhale.

“Yes,” you say softly.

He huffs into your skin. You shut your eyes. 

The heat of his naked body pressing against yours feels foreign, yet everything about this moment feels inescapable, though you didn’t want to admit it.

“I’ll just let you feel it instead,” he purrs deeply, easing a knee between your thighs to spread your legs apart.

His two bottom hands move to grasp your waist, clamping down and hauling you back. Eyes opening, you suck in a tight breath. There’s tension as you feel the press of his pelvis hovering near your backside, and the tip of one of his leaking cocks slides against your seam, sending a thread of nervous anticipation through you.

“And like I said once before.” He loops his upper right arm around your chest. Lifting your torso from off the futon, he keeps you suspended there, arching your body taut like a bowstring in his hold, then takes your jaw into his upper left hand, fingers angling your head back, your gazes meeting. 

“You’ll watch as I enjoy taking everything from you.”

From over your shoulder, his lower left hand leaves your waist and fists his upper cock. Using the arm twining around your chest as leverage, he pulls you back while he comes forward. There’s nudging against your soaked folds, pressure, and then stretching. Your eyes hold onto each other, his red ones boring into you. Strangely, it’s the only thing keeping you grounded.

Guiding you back, the thickness of his girth starts to fill out your pussy, making your brow softly pinch and mouth drop open. You groan, breathing through it. It aches, acute and burning. The sensation of being taken by him, taken by anyone for the first time, it’s overwhelming. Sukuna starts to breathe heavily, his cock pressing deeper, and you watch his face, the way he concentrates, and the way it twitches. Despite all the animosity, the way he pulls you back—slowly, carefully—his chest rising and falling, eyelids heavy, is gentle. Time spent wondering what it would feel like to be filled and fucked by him, touching yourself, imagining it, and now you’re about to find out.

Once his hips slot against your backside, you’re shaking, and he tosses his head back, exposing the line of his neck.

“You’re so tight.” With his voice taut with pleasure, he hisses the words toward the ceiling, a loud exhale following as his fingers tighten on your jaw. He starts to slide his cock out, then thrusts forward to fill you in again. You moan. It feels good, especially with his lower member gliding and rubbing against your clit, making your belly coil.

Tightening every hand he has on you, Sukuna’s pace is slow but hard, shallow thrusts, easing the heaviness of himself into you. And when longer moans begin tumbling out of your mouth, he drops his head back to look at you.

“You like that little slut?” he growls through his teeth. Red eyes soaked with arousal, his thighs keep flexing, and he keeps pumping into you in rougher spurts, skin slapping sharply, pussy so wet, staring down at you, filling up your body with him.

But suddenly, he eases to a stop.

Your brow folds.

“What are you doing?” Your protest has him grinning.

“It’s time to take all of me,” he coos deviously.

Reaching down with the same hand, he pulls his soaking upper cock from your pussy, and presses the thick head up against your asshole. You gasp, choke on a breath as he feeds it into your hole, taking his time to enter you so you feel every ridge and swell. The tip of his lower dick comes next. Using his left hand, he guides it into your cunt, your legs shaking.

Halfway into you, he tugs back on your hair.

“Eyes here, nowhere else,” he murmurs, pupils swelling to blackness, and he leans forward, pressing his chest into your back. So close and intimate, you nod and keep looking at him.

Fingers pushing into your hips, he comes forward, bringing his pelvis and you together. Deeper. Tighter. It stings. You moan and whine when it comes, both his dicks filling you so completely, your inner walls tighten, squeezing around them until his eyes narrow, and he groans.

Buried inside, he pauses, leans back and looks down.

“Exquisite,” he purrs, rubbing his lower right hand along the curve of your ass while gazing down at you impaled on him. “You’re so perfect like this, taking all this cock so deep and so well.”

Heat fists inside your stomach at the sound of his praise.

“Now...” Slowly, he eases out, body coming away until only the tips rest inside. Meeting your eyes, he lowers his head and releases another drop of spit onto his upper shaft. “Let me break you.”

Inhale. Exhale.

You breathe.

Shaking.

Again, you feel his enormous size, and again, he takes his time. Admiring. And you wait. Panting.

He pauses his savouring, then moves his lower hands, finding their way to your waist while his other hands follow—one sliding into your hair, the other wrapping around your chest to grip your throat, keeping you lifted off the futon. You gasp at the sensation of being held up by him, completely under his control. 

“So perfect, in fact,” he purrs seductively, and out of the corner of your eye, you catch a glimpse of him towering over you, the flash of teeth as he grins wickedly.

“That I could just—”

Snap!

He slams his hips forward, burying his cocks inside you.

A harsh, uncontrollable scream scorches up your throat, spilling out and filling the room.

You’re unprepared when he starts to pound into you, driving his lengths deep, fucking you hard like some hedonistic, mindless animal, rutting into you violently. 

And all you can do is surrender.

Surrender to his control. Let go of everything you’re meant to be and fall into chaos. Let him guide your body. Let him take his pleasure just as you take yours.

Thrust after thrust after thrust. Your entire being jerks and sways within his monstrous hold, back and forth. Thrusting in deeper. Harder. The tops of his muscular thighs smacking into the back of yours over and over, his thrusts becoming more brutal than the last, and almost all his weight pushes into you, heavy. Full. You feel so completely full. It’s overwhelming. So much so that only broken, high-pitched sounds escape your lips, mingling with Sukuna’s thick, heaving grunts.

Despite being unable to see his face, the sounds escaping his throat and the way he moves paints it all in vivid detail. Deeper breaths, his mouth slightly agape, brow furrowed with lust, eyes locked on the sight of your bodies colliding—the way your sweaty, wet skin moulds into his hands, how it slaps against him, how he’s taking you apart bit by bit on his massive lengths.

Thrust after thrust after thrust.

Bliss and ecstasy.

It’s so much.

So good.

Eyes hazy, they lift and settle on the fading mural stretched along the wall before you, landing on the depiction of winter, where a single flower, hued in red, peeks through the snow.

A winter flower.  

Surviving just barely.

So familiar.

Dizzy and already fuck drunk. Questions crawl through your mind lazily—things you long to ask and understand. But the way he’s taking you, with such urgency, speaks of something else entirely.

And then, something inside you breaks.  

Overcome by a melee of warring emotion, you toss back your head and chase down your anger, desire and shame.

“Harder!” you shout out your demand of him.

Sukuna’s hips lift back while pulling your body with him, then slams into you once, your whole being shuddering. He pauses, his balls resting against your sensitive clit.

“Harder?” His warm breath tickles against your neck as he tilts your head gently toward him. “Is that what you want? Harder?”

With heavy-lidded eyes, you dip your chin.

Even if it’s from him, you crave a reminder of something beyond self-loathing and emptiness. And you know Sukuna is more than capable. Able to be the one who can unearth you, expose your depths, and bury all the thoughts that follow you.

“Yes,” you whisper. “Fuck me hard. As hard as you can.”

His mouth twitches at your request.

“If you’re so desperate to be claimed like that, convince me. Beg,” he growls through his teeth, staring at your lips, fingers gripping your hips painfully. “Beg for me to take you like that.”

Your skin rages hot. His cocks twitch inside you.

“Please.” It’s the only word you can manage.

“Again!” His eyes flare wide and feral. “Beg me more!”

“Please!” you seethe harshly at him, vision squinting blurry so you don’t see the triumphant smirk spreading across his face. “Take me harder! Just as much as you hate me!”

Sukuna’s whole presence goes taut.

He tenses and stares.

“Please…” you add quietly.

His jaw clenches.

Then, slowly, agonizingly slow, he begins to withdraw—only to pause.

You wait, breath held.

Snarling, he drives back in and starts hammering into you. You let your screams dissolve into sobs. It’s the only thing you can do before his hips surge forward, and he pushes your upper body down to meet the futon, the curve of your ass in the air. Two hands remain on your hips while one shifts to hold you pinned by the nape of your neck. Turning your head to the side, you watch his last hand sink into the bedding next to your face, and then the King of Curses’ chest curves over you.

You can’t breathe.

He’s everywhere. It’s all-consuming.

His large body sheltering yours, hiding the light and only giving you him.

And it’s all you want. Want to forget everything for a moment.

Again and again.

Faster, harder, deeper, he takes you with brutal abandon, his body crashing into yours, fucking into you rough. You are nothing but tension, spiralling out of control. The sound of his balls smacking against your damp skin grows louder than the fire burning in the corner, putting you on the verge of release.

“Yes!” you cry out, the word trailing in your ears, “just like that. Don’t stop!” You push back against him, meeting his rigid pounding, feeling his swollen dicks pulsate.

“Filthy whore!”

His movements grow urgent, rougher. He keeps thrusting, keeps fucking.

“Then take it!” he hisses in pleasure, and one of his lower hands suddenly lifts away from your hips. A splitting pain burns across your right ass cheek, his hand coming away with a loud crack. You whimper, jerking forward uselessly atop the soft bedding, the stinging slap collecting tears in your eyes at the intensity.

“Ah!” you breathe out, and the ache of it all has you clenching around him. “Again!”

He groans.

Thrust.

Your heart hammers.

Crack!

A harder slap collides across your sweaty, naked backside, the sound filling the room. Moaning, you tip your head back, his fingers moving to flex around your throat.

“More!” Another plea. “Make it hurt!”

“Yes,” he rasps in primal satisfaction, his voice so deep and dark it stings, pulling you down further, smothering you in him.

Crack!

Harder.

A louder cry. The skin along your ass burns with agitation, which he soothes with a rub of his palm.

Bringing another hand up, two of Sukuna’s massive hands engulf your throat. Your watery eyes flutter as subtle pressure is applied until your vision dances.

Controlled and dedicated. You know he won’t hurt you—he’s already done enough of that. Even if a shadow within him still harbours the desire, you’re certain, in some way, that he can’t bring himself to follow through.

At least, you hope.

Turning your head to the side, he leans in, bringing your faces close enough to share a breath. Pelvis punching forward, he takes you with his whole body. Fucking you with his supposed hatred. But the way he looks at you says otherwise.

There’s always been two battling sides to him, two sides clashing, and you can see it now as he stares into your ecstasy-ridden face. The way he claims you, like he’s desperate to feel you after all this time. After all this wickedness and madness. But the intensity behind it makes your eyes slide shut. 

“Look at me,” Sukuna breathes quietly.

A gentle squeeze at your neck draws your eyes open. His gaze floods with heat and torment—the same torment you saw that day when you asked about the denial of something he truly wanted.  

Your stomach knots.

“Look at me,” he repeats, his grip firm as he takes hold of your jaw, his thumb dragging slowly over your bottom lip.  

“I am looking at you, Sukuna…” you whisper, your voice quiet and your eyes honest. The bedding stirs under you, shifting with the rhythm of your uneven breaths. “I have this whole time… far longer than all of this.”

The air between you both goes still. Sukuna slows his pace to nothing.

He retrieves his thumb from your mouth, and the King of Curses stares at you.

As if knocked by the small vulnerability hidden there in your tone, his nostrils flare, and his slitted eyebrow furrows deeply. A shadow of something dark slides over his hauntingly beautiful mien.

Now, you want to look away. Every aspect screams for you to, but you know better. Having pried open this small part of yourself. You hold his gaze, and you wait. 

A moment passes.

With the hand pressing against your jaw, he begins to angle your face away from him, forcing you to look at the narrow space before you instead. And with that, he shuts you out completely, raising every wall and sealing himself off.

Instantly, you regret yourself.

“Now, you cum for me,” he demands aggressively from behind.

Sudden weight pushes down on you, pulling you up and out of that momentary quiet. Sukuna dominates his way into you, taking your body and ramming it vigorously into the futon.

In that moment, you exist solely as a vessel for his pleasure.

Two hands gripping your throat and two sliding to hold on to the swell of your ass, he guides you back into a bouncing rhythm. Back and forth, skin slapping together, rebounding you again and again while his massive lengths plunge into your wetness, seemingly trying to take you apart.

And you’re about to. You’re about to come undone. 

So close.

Sukuna squeezes your throat harder, and you squeeze your eyes shut, ready to surrender to the sensations when warmth spreads up your spine, lavishing and crowding across your back. It tingles, wet and sticky, accompanied by bursts of hot air—his stomach maw. Writhing beneath this monster, the massive tongue maneuvers around your hands, licking, twirling along your tailbone and breathing at the centre of your back, sending little bursts of lightning shooting up your body. The muscle moves further down, coming to swipe sloppily around your holes that are being pounded, making them even more soaked.

So filthy and wrong. 

Lovely sin and a lovely perversion.

More.

More of everything.

Face falling forward into the pillows, you cry out in bliss. Bound wrists tugging at your back, your fingers curl into themselves, desperate to grip something, but you can’t.

To your right, the bedding suddenly dips under pressure. Your eyes cut over to find Sukuna’s right foot planted firmly there, his leg extending past your right thigh.

The new angle. The leverage.

He pauses and readjusts his grip on every contact of your body, pulls out, pauses, and drives his dicks into you. Short. Hard. Furious. 

Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.

So thick and deep inside you.

You scream, climax building to a peak—

“Fucking cum for me!” he roars.

—and then it releases.

“Oh god!” You cum, your orgasm crashing over you, violently and blissfully taking you apart. Screaming, you arch up and back into his tight hold, trying to reach for his hips. Holes clenching and swallowing his swelling dicks, and you’re cursing and moaning, giving him everything. Every bit. All the while, his thrusts turn erratic, unsteady, urgent.

Over and over.

Another thrust.

Another.

Another.

Another!

“Fuck!” he snarls, slamming down one final time and stilling himself balls deep. His cocks pulsate, then he’s pumping you full and tight with his cum. Your nerve endings burn apart as the heat pours into your pussy and ass, holes soaking wet with his seed until it trickles out, hot and scorching down your thighs.

Sukuna lets out a low, guttural groan. Goosebumps flush along your skin at the sound of it. 

Clutching you tight, he rides you through his pleasure while one of his hands leaves your backside to touch the warm trail of release that leads back to where you’re connected. He grinds into the mess a few more times, breaths shaky until he mumbles something quietly to himself before easing his hands away from your neck, and you turn your head to the right, eyes finding the wall.

Muscles tender and trembling, your limbs loose—you feel good, but also numb. You don’t want to feel numb. You don’t want to look at him either. But this is what you wanted—what you took for yourself, damning the consequences.

Easing a bit of weight off you, something nuzzles into your back. Dragging along the curve of your neck, you realize it’s the tip of his nose, tracing a path into your hair. Warm breaths and the faint heat of his mouth graze your nape, making you shiver.

Now, you want to turn around, but you don’t.

The touch lingers before it drifts lower, trailing down to your back.

“I should have stolen you sooner,” he whispers, his voice barely reaching your ears as you lie beneath him. Instead, the words slip into the space between your shoulder blades, searing hot against your skin before dissolving and leaving nothing behind.

Another warm pressure there has you relaxing before it’s quickly replaced with the cool air of Sukuna’s absence. He pulls away.

You don’t make a sound when he does.

And you don’t make a sound as he holds your hips and slides his softening cocks from your exhausted body, and don’t react as his seed drips out of you, don’t move as he begins to undo the tie binding you.

Between you, it’s quiet, only the fabric of the sash whispering as he tugs it loose.

“Since all that lies between us is hatred and distrust,” he suddenly begins flatly from behind.

One more tug, and your hands are freed. Quickly, you bring them forward and push them into your front to hold on to yourself.

“And since there is nothing else but a desire to destroy each other,” he continues, the futon dipping under his weight before his bare feet tap softly across the room. “You’ll have your wish.” 

There’s a pause, followed by the faint rustling of clothing.  

Then, silence.

You listen.  

“Call it a consolation,” he grumbles, “...if you like.”  

Curving your body inward, you don’t turn to look at him, though you can feel his eyes on your naked figure, on his cum that trickles from between your thighs.

“Before you drag me any further into this worthless spiral.” The fire crackles and hisses, fracturing the quiet while he tends to it. His heavy footsteps retreat soon after. “Today. I want you gone.”

The chamber door slides open, stirring the red glow that flutters against the wall you stare at.

“You’ll take your mare and leave before the sun rises… I won’t come for you again.”

Another pause, and you curl tighter into yourself, wishing to vanish into the sweaty, rumpled bedding that smells too much of the sex just shared between you two.

“I release you from this union.”

Your eyes collapse shut against the words.

You say nothing to the King of Curses because you owe him nothing. Because this is what you asked for—what you wanted. You should feel free and unbound. Instead, you feel unmoored and drifting somewhere you cannot name.

Inhaling, you wrap your arms around yourself for comfort.

Now it’s clear why he took you so hard and desperate. He was purging you from his system for good.

A sickness that needed to be culled and then cured.

And he did.

After a moment, Sukuna exhales deeply, his feet tapping lightly against the wooden floor. A pause lingers before the door closes with a soft, muted click.

And with those departing words, his footsteps fade down the corridor, leaving you alone in his chambers—in more ways than one.

[bollitolyn20]

Bonus points if later, because the druids have spent years evangelizing everyone about Emrys and Merlin's own… uh, luck quirk, every single one of his future decisions is made, analyzed, and glorified (or overthought) accordingly by his citizens, especially the ones that are just Merlin being a semi-normal human being.

Which gives us situations like:

Merlin chooses a specific kind of tea to drink in the morning (different from the one he usually drinks and made himself). And later that day he ends up giving Arthur some really good foreign policy advice, which solves at least 3 different problems Camelot had with this random kingdom for like 5 years or more, with triple the result and half the usual effort it would take otherwise.

THEN, somehow, everyone (minus Arthur's inner circle because, well, THEY WERE THERE for the entire pre-meeting process) ends up convinced that "that tea WASN'T JUST TEA. That was an absolutely MAGICAL KNOWLEDGE-BOOSTING brew" after which each person has a different reason for what they do and how they do it, and the druids are running around taking meticulous notes of every bit of this tiny, yet wonderful piece of wisdom to pass down to their later generations as a family legacy.

Meanwhile, Merlin is standing around looking very uncomfortable because the so-called "magical wisdom brew" actually contains a massive amount of caffeine (sort of like strong coffee or chocolate). And the whole solution he gave works because he's using the logic of someone who sees the problem for the first time and is external to the conflict, therefore, he has no prior bias of what may or may not work for this specific situation. Aside from, well, his almost manic research in the short time he was given and his own intelligence.

There was probably an accidental miscommunication in between, and Merlin thought it was less time than Arthur actually said because Merlin is still adjusting to the idea of ​​Emrys's grand and glorious destiny. And Arthur is older than Merlin in this one, so he probably thought, as a mature and responsible adult, that the whole thing would be more of a long-term project that they would work on together. As well as being a way to get to know each other better, because this Merlin just smashed Arthur's idealized image of him with a wrecking ball and the poor guy needs time to come to terms with that.

So Arthur watched him dive headfirst into the research and said "Okay, we appreciate the enthusiasm. Let's leave him alone first to see how he goes and if this gets out of hand, I'll send Gaius to you as his mighty Eyebrow of Judgement." Because all these years of beliefs about Emrys and that general sense of trust are already ingrained in him, and he still doesn't know him well enough to feel comfortable taking care of the boy.

So imagine his surprise when, a week later, Merlin gives his basically perfect solution while looking like he just won a war with blood, sweat and tears that he's very proud of. I mean… Don't get him wrong, Arthur IS PROUD of him and his solution. But also his mother hen instincts are screaming like a fire siren in his head because the idea was to take it easy.

And look, at this point the poor kid has all the vibes of a college student who was suddenly asked by his professor to present his thesis, (still unfinished), in front of the ENTIRE FACULTY and potential investors in attendance, in such a way that it convinces everyone that his university is the best and for this task he gave him like… 1 week or so of preparation time beforehand.

Basically, this poor Merlin has slept about 3 hours in the last week and he's just not going to be able to stay upright without massive amounts of caffeine coursing through his system.

Obviously, the whole round table gets a little overprotective of Merlin after that. But the rumors are still crazy and the knights (Gwaine) make bets based on their insider information for the next frankly absurd scenarios that follow.

Version in Spanish whith here:

Puntos extra si después, debido a que los druidas han pasado años evangelizando a todo el mundo sobre Emrys y a la propia... eh, peculiaridad de suerte que suele tener Merlín, cada una de sus decisiones futuras es tomada, analizada y glorificada (o sobre pensada) en consecuencia por sus ciudadanos, en especial aquellas que son solo Merlín siendo un ser humano semi normal.

Lo que nos da situaciones tipo:

Merlín elige un tipo específico de té para tomar en la mañana (diferente al que suele tomar y que se preparó él mismo). Y más tarde ese día termina dándole un muy buen consejo sobre política exterior a Arthur, que resuelve al menos 3 problemas diferentes que Camelot tenía con este reino random desde hacía como 5 años o más, con el triple de resultado y la mitad del esfuerzo usual que les tomaría de otra forma.

ENTONCES, de alguna manera, todo el mundo (menos el círculo interno de Arthur porque, bueno, ESTUVIERON AHÍ durante todo el proceso previo a la reunión) termina convencido de que "ese té NO ERA SOLO TÉ. Eso fue un brebaje absolutamente MÁGICO que POTENCIA EL CONOCIMIENTO" luego de lo cual cada persona tiene una razón distinta de lo que hace y cómo lo hace, y los druidas están por ahí tomando notas minuciosas de cada parte de esta pequeña, pero maravillosa pieza de sabiduría para heredarla a sus generaciones posteriores como un legado familiar.

Mientras tanto, Merlín está por ahí mirando todo de forma muy incómoda porque el denominado "brebaje mágico de la sabiduría", contiene en realidad una cantidad ingente de cafeína (algo así como café o chocolate bien cargado). Y toda la solución que dio funciona porque está usando la lógica de alguien que ve el problema por primera vez y es externo al conflicto, por lo tanto, no tiene un sesgo previo de lo que puede o no funcionar para esta situación en específico. Además de, bueno, su investigación casi maníaca en el poco tiempo que le dieron y su propia inteligencia.

Probablemente, hubo una falta de comunicación accidental en medio, y Merlín pensó que era menos tiempo del que en realidad dijo Arthur porque Merlín todavía se está adaptando a la idea del gran y glorioso destino de Emrys. Y Arthur es mayor que Merlín en este, así que él probablemente pensó, como un adulto maduro y responsable, que todo el asunto sería más bien un proyecto a largo plazo en el que trabajarían juntos. Además de ser una forma de conocerse mejor entre sí, porque este Merlín acaba de romper con una bola de demolición la imagen idealizada que Arthur tenía de él y el pobre hombre necesita tiempo para reconciliarse con eso.

Entonces Arthur lo vio sumergirse de cabeza en la investigación y dijo "Vale, apreciamos el entusiasmo. Dejémoslo solo primero para ver cómo se desenvuelve y, si esto se sale de control, le mando Gaius como su poderosísima Ceja del Juicio". Porque todos estos años de creencias sobre Emrys y esa sensación general de confianza ya están arraigadas en él, y aún no lo conoce lo suficiente como para sentirse cómodo haciéndose cargo del chico.

Así que imagina su sorpresa cuando, una semana después, Merlín da su solución básicamente perfecta mientras luce como si acabara de ganar una guerra con sangre, sudor y lágrimas de la cual está muy orgulloso. Es decir... No lo malinterpreten, Arthur ESTÁ ORGULLOSO por él y por su solución. Pero también sus instintos de mamá gallina están gritando como una sirena de bomberos en su cabeza porque la idea era tomárselo con calma.

Y mira, en este punto el pobre niño tiene todas las vibes de un estudiante universitario al que de repente su profesor le pidió que presentara su tesis, (aun sin terminar), frente a TODA LA FACULTAD y posibles inversionistas asistentes, de tal manera que convenza a todos de que su universidad es la mejor y para esta tarea le dio como... 1 semana o algo de tiempo previo de preparación.

Básicamente, este pobre Merlín ha dormido unas 3 horas en la última semana y simplemente no va a poder mantenerse en pie sin cantidades ingentes de cafeína corriendo por su sistema.

Evidentemente, toda la mesa redonda se vuelve un poco sobreprotectora con Merlín después de eso. Pero los rumores siguen siendo una locura y los caballeros (Gwaine) hacen apuestas con base en su información privilegiada para las siguientes situaciones francamente absurdas que le siguen a eso.

Hello everyone! I'm back with another Merlin au! I hope you all enjoy! :D

In this AU, Merlin is born much, much later than in canon, such that Arthur is already in his late thirties and has been on the throne for over a decade by the time Merlin arrives in Camelot.

In this world, Uther had been assassinated by Morgause, leading to Arthur taking the throne and, at first, continuing the purge as a means to avenge his father. However, after some kind druids help him in finding Morgause after getting lost in the woods during a search party for the witch, Arthur slowly starts to soften his heart towards the druids, allowing them to live undisturbed on Camelot's lands. After all, they kept to themselves and offered assistance whenever a curse befell the land.

After a few years of peace with the druids, some of the druid elders travelled to the city itself, something they had never done before, and requested an audience with Arthur, claiming to have important information regarding a prophecy and Camelot's future. Trusting their word and curious about this prophecy, Arthur welcomes them into the castle and hears what they have to say.

And what they had to say was earth-shattering information for Arthur. They spoke of a prophecy as old as the Old Religion itself, how a king would be born to unite the warring land of Albion and restore peace, bringing the land into a gold age as the gods intended it. They spoke of how this Once and Future King would have a counterpart, the other half of his soul who would complete him and make him the glorious king that he was destined to be.

They told Arthur of Emrys, all-powerful magic made into the form of a man, the son of the Triple Goddess sent to the mortal plane to complete the Once and Future and guide him towards his destiny.

And just like that, Arthur's whole life changed.

The thing you have to understand about this Arthur is that he is very lonely. He has friends, people he trusts, but he's never been able to have a friend that sees Arthur instead of the prince or king. But the prophecy, according to the druids, says that Emrys would see beyond his titles and have a connection to Arthur, not the king. That Emrys would complete him in a way that he'd never fully comprehend.

They also describe Emrys's godly abilities, far beyond anything a mortal sorcerer could ever hope to achieve. He could command the elements of nature, the powers of all the world arose at his call, and time itself bowed to his command.

(And this all sounded very appealing to a repressed Arthur. Soon, Arthur's pleasant dreams started to feature a powerful cloaked figure bringing Arthur to heel, just as he had brought all the powers of magic under his control.)

So, Arthur eagerly awaits Emrys for years, waiting for the day that he meets his other half of the coin and the golden age can finally begin.

The druids, some of whom now stayed permanently in the castle to help Arthur with matters concerning magic until Emrys arrived to take over that role, told Arthur that they could sense when Emrys was nearby, and that they would alert him if they felt Emrys's presence in Camelot.

So, Arthur waits, and waits, and waits, never once giving up hope of meeting his destined other half.

He waits, until one day, the druid elders calmly announce at court that the day has come. Emrys had arrived at the gates of Camelot.

And Arthur's heart nearly leapt out of his chest with excitement. He was here! At long last, his life would be complete and he would become the great king his people deserved!

Arthur rushed to call for the entire court to assemble in the courtyard, ready to welcome Emrys with fanfare, and he sent word to the servants and cooks to prepare a celebratory feast as soon as they could. He needed to make a good first impression on his "other half of the coin" after all!

Arthur, not for the first time, wondered what Emrys would look like when he arrived. The druids didn't have a physical description for him, since his unimaginable powers gave him the ability to change his appearance at will. Perhaps he would look like a druid himself, or would he take on a more noble appearance, befitting of his status? Would he teleport himself into the courtyard with flair, or perhaps he would ride in on the back of a magic beast, like a dragon or unicorn!

Between all of the rush to prepare the castle for Emrys's grand arrival, Arthur forgot all about a skinny peasant boy accidentally bumping into him. The boy had apologized and asked politely where he could find Gaius's chambers. Arthur had looked at him oddly, since that was a rather large breach of decorum to ask the king such a trivial question, but Arthur simply brushed it off and pointed the young man in the right direction.

Finally, after everything was prepared, Arthur stood outside on the steps of the castle with his entire court behind him, straining his eyes at the gate for any sign of movement.

And he waited, and waited, and waited. But there was still no powerful warlock coming through the gates.

Finally, he turned to the druid elder next to him and asked, "Where is he? I thought you said he was in the city!"

The druid responded patiently, "He is, my lord. He might be in a disguise though, as to avoid attention. It is known that Lord Emrys is rather humble."

Arthur grumbled about prophesized warlocks never arriving on time and dismissed his court to attend the feast, hoping that perhaps Emrys would make himself known there, in a less public space.

The feast in its own right was a splendid time, with fresh food, fine wine, and even an famous songstress brought in for entertainment. However, as the night went on and the chair to Arthur's right remained empty, his mood soured. Emrys was supposed to be here, by his side, so where was he?!

Arthur was so caught up in his thoughts that he almost missed the moment when the singer's voice became threatening, her song became sinister, and an unnatural stillness came over everyone in attendance.

Arthur watched with barely-open eyes as the sorceress unsheathed a dagger and took aim and his chest, a vengeful smile on her face.

He could barely breathe as the dagger flew, his death drawing closer and closer until...

Until the blade stopped in mid-air, frozen by magic. Arthur's breath hitched. Could it be?

Arthur felt himself be pulled out of his chair, and the dagger hit the back of it, right where his chest had been moments before. The sorceress turned to where Arthur and his savior had landed with a furious expression, but before she could even take a step towards them, the chain holding the chandelier above her, which had never shown any signs of rust or damage, snapped, landing directly on top of the witch with a loud crash.

With the witch now dead, her spell was lifted, and Arthur scrambled to his feet the second that his limbs no longer felt like they were made out of solid lead. With his heart hammering in his chest, he turned around to face the sorcerer who had stopped time itself to save him.

This was Emrys, right behind him, and all of a sudden, Arthur wasn't quite sure what to expect.

Arthur turned and gazed down at the man still sprawled out on the floor, his arm outstretched to where the chandelier had been hanging. His eyes flickered wildly over his form, unsure of what details to take in first.

When his mind was finally calm enough to catch up to what his eyes were seeing, his thoughts came to a screeching halt. Because this man was certainly Emrys, and he had certainly been in the castle today. Arthur had seen him after all.

He was the peasant boy, from before. He had indeed snuck into the castle under a disguise to avoid suspicion, and had tested Arthur's heart, just as the druids said that he would. Any other king would have ignored a peasant asking for directions, or would even had them punished for such disrespect towards royalty. But Arthur had stopped to help him, and he must have passed Emrys's test, because he had saved Arthur from the witch's dagger with his own two hands.

Arthur's didn't know how much time passed as he and Emrys looked at each other, both of them staring with wide eyes.

Finally, after what felt like hours of silence, Emrys climbed to his feet and looked around the room with wide eyes, taking in the shocked and awed stares of everyone in the court.

Looking back at everyone with matching shock, Emrys stuttered out "I'll, uh, be going now. I, um, hope you all enjoy the rest of your feast," and ran off before Arthur's mind could come up with some kind of response, weaving in between shocked lords and bowing druids.

After Emrys had left the room, all eyes turned to Arthur, who took a moment to calm his breathing and his racing thoughts.

"It seems that Emrys has truly arrived in Camelot at last! Since this feast was interrupted, let's postpone the festivities to tomorrow, when Emrys can truly be in attendance."

That seemed to bring the court back to reality, and they slowly began to make their way out of the feasting hall, moving slowly so that everyone could talk amongst one another about Emrys's sudden appearance.

As soon as the last of the courtiers had left the hall, Arthur sprinted out of the room, running to his own chambers as fast as his feet would carry him. He only stopped briefly to breathlessly ask one of the druid elders to pass along a message to Emrys, inviting him for a private meeting with a king later that evening.

Racing back to his own rooms, Arthur was beyond glad to find them spotless. His chamber servants would get a raise after this, they had outdone themselves this time. Everything was perfect, his rooms free of any dirt, his desk immaculate, his furniture exactly where it was supposed to be, and his bed made.

Arthur anxiously paced around his own rooms, worrying about what Emrys already thought of him. Had he been too dismissive during their first encounter? Was he disappointed that Arthur could not recognize him, the other half of his soul, through his peasant disguise?

Finally, there was a soft knock at Arthur's door. Taking a deep breath, Arthur called out, "You may enter," in a deceptively steady voice.

The door opened slowly, revealing a now-familiar face in the doorway. Arthur's breathing sped up as Emrys slowly stepped into his rooms and closed the door behind him.

"You- you wanted to see me?"

"Of course! I apologize for not recognizing you when we first met, but I did not expect you to come in such a disguise. Now that we are alone though, you can drop your magical glamour and reveal your true face. You do not need to hide anything form me, I promise."

But Emrys simply looked at him, blinking with confusion.

"I... appreciate that, but what are you talking about? What glamour?"

"The illusion that makes you appear like," Arthur waved his hand at Emrys's peasant garb, "this. You can freely show you true splendor here!"

Again, Emrys looked at him with nothing but confusion.

"But... but this is what I look like. I'm not using any sort illusion right now."

A beat of silence. Then, one dumbfounded word escaped Arthur's mouth.

"What?"

TL;DR:

The sorcerer Arthur thought he was getting:

Vs the sorcerer he actually got:

[silver-the-pendejo]

Not your fault.

Wild (Linked Universe) x Reader (Urbosa's kid) (Can be read as Platonic or Romantic) Words: 1830 1 year passed between BOTW and TOTK, in the oneshot TOTK lasted 2 years.

Reader took Link's place because he was whisked away by Hylia to go with the Chain. This is pure angst by the way and a bit to much Wild focused.

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Wild was happy at the sight of the Great Plateau. It had been a while since he had been in his Hyrule, more precisely since he joined the chain, so to say he was static at the sight was an understatement, but something felt weird. He could see some things that were the same, but others… he couldn't see the Great Plateau's tower, and he knew it was there before he left, so what had happened in the few months he had been gone?

He shakes his head at that, feeling that something had gone wrong. He looked at the rest of his companions, trying to check if they needed help getting up. He knew that some of them took traveling through the portals harder than others. The most clear example was Legends trying to help Hyrule, who was currently throwing up on the grass. Other members of the chain were also on the floor, but not in a situation as bad as Hyrule's.

"You kay Pup?" Wild jumped a bit, he was so absorbed in drinking the view of his Hyrule that he didn't realize Twilight was standing next to him, it wasn't usual for him to be so not alert. "Yeah, it's just… good to be back home you know?" He relaxed slightly, looking again at the others, most of them were back on their feet, with a few exceptions. (Aka Sky who had decided to curl up on the grass and lay down there, whining about portals being his doom)

"So this is your Hyrule huh? It looks different from the last time we were here" Warriors stood up at the other side of Wild, also looking around.

"Yeah, I'll ask Flora once we see her. I'm hoping she is in Hateno right now," he said grimly, having a bad feeling about something but not knowing how to express it.

It was right there that Time decided to call for a group meeting now that most of them were back on their feet or at least feeling a bit better (minus Sky). They had to check their provisions just in case, deciding that once they got to the nearest town, they would replenish whatever supplies they lacked, probably ask Flora about what happened, and probably apologize to her and Y/N for disappearing so suddenly.

And OH! Y/N, he hadn't thought about his friend in a while, with all the traveling of the other heroes he seemed to forget about Urbosa's kid being Princess Zelda's "knight" (they appointed themselves). They were going to kill him. He was sure of that, he had been whisked away just a week before they were ready to explore the secret passage that he and Y/N had found while looting the castle. They didn't go in but they checked the entrance, let's just say they weren't thrilled by how destroyed it looked and the princess's insistence on checking it out.

He just shakes his head again, taking out his Sheika slate and opening the map, having to stop a gasp from coming out of his mouth, most of the shrines and towers had disappeared, the only ones left being the ones he had to go through during the champion's trials and the Divine Beast's, but everything else was gone, making a pit starting to form on his stomach.

"Something wrong Wild?" He could feel the stares of the others on him, they probably noticed the fact that he had tensed up so suddenly, but he didn't want to worry the others.

"Don't worry about it, but we should start heading to Hateno, it's gonna take us a few days to get there but it's gonna be worth it" He sounded a bit stressed while saying that, leaving no room for arguments. ----------------------

He could feel the stares of the other's on him. He felt a wave of panic once they arrived at the entrance to Hateno Village, it was in the middle of the day so he had felt good about beign back home for a second, but then saw the entrance covered in fungus. He felt like he was having a fever dream, most probably caused by Hyrule's attempt at making breakfast earlier in the day.

He felt weird once he was all over the other side of the bridge that led towards the house, he could see some things had changed (since when was there a swing in the tree that was near the porch, and why could he see a dog house near the stable? Once he was near the door, he could hear noise from the inside, but also noise from his companionships. Mostly Wind was amazed at how the house looked and Legend mockingly said that he thought he was homeless because of how he acted most of the time.

He then took a deep breath and opened the door, quickly noticing the mess around the house, different types of Sheika technology scattered everywhere, he could also hear a small discussion coming from behind one of the piles of technology, quickly recognizing who one of the voices belonged to. "...nd I told you already Purah, It was probably just a malfunction from your tracker, there is no way that the slate was shown to be back and active in the Great Plateau and then moving"

"Well Princess, as far as I remember, my tracker has always been successful in its work so shush!"

He then saw two people move from behind the pile,  one being Flora (when had her hair gotten so short, and those white tear marks on her cheeks?) and the other one an older woman, she had white hair and a red bandana that was covered by most of her hair, she didn't remember meeting her but he recognized her, even when she wasn't the child as he remembered anymore, it was Purah. He saw the way Flora's eyes widened when they landed on him, and how she stopped ranting about whatever she was talking about with the scientist, making the other woman also look at him, her mouth opening and letting out a very surprised (or exited?) scream at the sight. ---------------------- He was currently sitting around the table with Flora, Purah, Time, Warriors, and Twilight. The other boys were looking around the house, being careful not to touch anything. He could see the Smith being fascinated by the weapons that hung on the walls, the Vet and the Traveler were looking around somewhere in the garden he thought, the princess had told them that she had recently started a flower garden so they went to see it. Meanwhile, the Sailor and Sky were somewhere around, he didn't remember where. "Where have you-?" Flora was about to ask him a question when the door slammed open, a tall figure entering the room. He could recognize it everywhere, dark tanned skin and a muscular build, a pair of sharp eyes, one sea green a reminder of who their mother was, the other one a different color, clearly passed down by their father, the same could be said about their hair, same color as that man with a few scarlet strikes that were mixed all over it. They were using clothes he remembred clearly, it was a mix between Gerudo Gear and the standar Hylian adventurer set, long pant's with high booths, a Gerudo top with a vest in top of it. One of their hands had a long fingerless glove, multiple earrings in each ear, some imbuded with magic and others where normal, a opal chocker on their neck and a ruby circlet in their head. Their mother's weapons strapped at their back.

"Can I know why the fuck Bolson was screaming like crazy something about Lin-" The question ended up stuck in their throat, most probably because of the sight of so many strangers in the home, and because of the sight of Link. Something he realized was that their right arm looked weird, it was now a dark weird green with grey symbols on it, a gold-like material going around as a jewel, he could see that the symbols expanded up to their clavicle and down their chest, and probably their back too. And their face…. it was full of new scars he hadn't seen, probably all their body had scars like this.

"You should take a seat Y/N" Flora said as calmly as she could her fingers wiggling around each other, giving the taller a look that he could not decipher.

Y/N just nodded her expression becoming unreadable, taking the sit farthest from all of them, not daring to look in their direction, especially at Wild's (why were they evading him). The princess took a deep breath, probably trying to calm down because of the conversation that was coming.

"Where the fuck had you been?" Y/N asked, surprising everyone in the room, especially him since he didn't remember the gerudo liked to curse. Their voice was a mix of sadness and anger in it, with something else lingering that he couldn't recognize.

"I told the Princess that Hylia needed me for a mission for a few mo-"

"Few Months?!?!? YOU WERE GONE 2 YEARS LINK!!! I HAD TO DEAL WITH YOU BEING GONE, EVERYONE ASKING QUESTIONS, AND THEN GANON COMIGN BACK.... And Zel getting taken away, and the sword and my arm, and Hyrule getting all messed up, and the divine beast didn't work anymore" They ended up trailing off, their anger starting to evaporate, leaving only sadness in their tone. Y/N slumped on their seat, looking way more tired than in all the years Wild had known them.

He opened his eyes in surprise at the rant, what did they mean by years, it had only been a few months right, he couldn't, he didn't leave the most important people in his life to go with his past incarnations because of Hylia's will.

"What do you mean Ganon came back?" He stared, noticing how Purah and Flora seemed to evade his gaze, and Y/N wouldn't look up from where they were staring at the floor.

The other present members of the chain were staring at the discussion happening, they could feel the tension in the air, it could be cut like a knife, and they also didn't like a bit of what they were hearing.

"You are telling me that I left you all alone, to deal with him?"

"What do you think happened to my arm"

The room went quiet again, the only sounds being the ones from the boys outside, even the ones that were seeing the weapons were staring at the table now, seeing the one-sided fight happening.

"Just forget it at this point" Y/N ended up letting the tension out of their arms, standing up, walking towards the door, and leaving, slamming the door a bit on their way out. Everyone else just stared, not knowing what to do now. ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── Me writting timeskips cause i don't know how to continue those parts so :D MMM should I write a part 2 btw? (actual romance now meujejje) Hope u all liked it, if u have any request or anything ask box is open ALSO TY TO MY BETA READER @randomperson7718 (You can see i like to describe clothing and things like that)