#this is mostly @ someone but im not getting blocked! not on this day!

[oh-no-its-bird]

On top of everything else that's happened in the last month or so

(girlfriend breaking up with me / me running off in the night w the friend I was supposed to be maid of honor with bc her (now ex) fiance came home drunk and scared us, while ofc we also both were in swimsuits and had like NO money or even shoes due to incredibly poor timing / Getting stuck in Dallas for TWO MONTHS longer than I meant to be due to bullshit work transfer systems (and admitedly my own inability to remember that deadlines exist) / that same friend going BACK to her shit boyfriend alone to a city 4 hours away from anyone she may call for help if things go wrong / me now no longer having a place in dallas to stay for these next 2 months bc I was SUPPOSED to stay with that friend but her bastard boyfriend doesn't want me in his house anymore bc he knows I'd tell his girlfriend to dump his ass)

I have now lost my fucking house keys.

Anyways I may or may not be way less active for a bit so this is the formal apology and explanation for that. Sorry guys, we are NOT going back to ur normally scheduled rapid fire ninja content as promised for like. A minute. Possibly. We'll see. Sometimes my own motivation wave surprises me.

Tbh it's my own fault for daring to become a fanfic author tbh. Should have known the "sorry I didn't update, my house burned down teehee <3" curse would come for my ass

[silentstaresfanficandfanart]

guys i freaking did it fraeking did self therapy so i could edit this ritsu into the image, ensemble stars CAN be good for your mental health see! This was just so freaking ritsu-core I had to sit down and hardcore speedrun through trying to process some trauma so id stop getting flashbacks during this, its uh, not 100% BUT my flashbacks decreased in severity and frequency enough i could finish the piece without making myself miserable explanation for what i did below

Id do a below the cut thing but i cant figure out how that works so sorry for the long post but i figured i should share it since it provided me relief so freaking fast-? (again im not cured but ...it helped.)

(I sat down, processed my trauma by going over what i learned from my traumatic experience and not shying away from the things i wanted to avoid because well they were making me have flashbacks, carefully going over what i learned from it in detail that allowed me to regain some control over how the situation affected me and how i handle situations going forward and how it changed my view of the world, and then i went over in detail how i would handle it if a similar situation came up and what little i can actually do to prevent it, while also assuring myself that its okay that theres a certain degree of uncertainty but that its a very rare and unlikely thing for that to ever happen let alone multiple times in my life and ill probably never encounter it again, and since i took my brains concerns seriously, it seemed to be more willing to actually let me believe that this time. I feel ...so much better and like a weights been lifted. I cant believe i just freaking did all this becasue i needed to make a meme so bad but honestly im so proud of myself, worth it. definitely reccomend it, I really wish someone had told me sooner that telling yourself what you learned from a situation and making it part of an uplifting narrative and that kind of thing is in fact, what it means to process trauma and that theres actually a definition for that and its not just wait around and hope your brain unfricks itself. i have a lot of work left to do on myself but i feel so much better... thanks to original poster for making a meme so good i had to make my own ver-)

Saw this post and immediately knew I had to make it Ford

(Og post under cut)

[bukuoshin]

Okay, it's. It's probably safe to say I'm autistic, lol

[rkvriki]

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ enhypen obliviously in love

hi.......lmfao i keep disappearing i swear i'm alive but my isnpo has been going down the drain but i got this cute lil idea also to take a break of all the smutty things i've been posting lolz... anyways hope you enjoy this one !

make sure to leave feedback and reblog! my requests are closed and my talk box is always open so lets talk!

WARNINGS ! none really i think?? this is just not my best work im sorry </3 word count: 1.9k a/n: sorry that some of them, mainly hee's, are smaller than others, my brain isn't functioning and i had a writer's block during this and if it's not goo it's bc i quite forced myself to write this bc i wanted to post sth :(

୨୧ LEE HEESEUNG ! - trying to hold your hand and failing

you and heeseung met through mutual friends in your first year of college and you became almost inseparable ever since then. in the beginning of it, you would only be together when the whole group was, but as time went by and you both started feeling more than just platonic feelings you two started hanging out alone as well. it was usual for heeseung to walk you to your apartment after classes and today was no different. you two walked side by side, the sun almost setting behind you. it was mostly quiet except for the background chatting and the small talk you two would make about something you saw. you could feel heeseung’s hand brushing against yours from time to time and you were internally cursing him out for not holding your hand already. after a few moments of silence, you heard heeseung sigh as he gained courage to hold your hand. his hand got closer to yours but- oh! a light post came between you two. needless to say heeseung was a blushing mess while you laughed at him.

୨୧ PARK JONGSEONG ! - confronting you about it

anyone had to be really blind to not notice the romantic connection there was between you and jay. it was so obvious you were both in love with each other, it was almost painful how one of the sides didn’t notice. that side being you. it’s not like you didn’t like jay romantically, because you do. a lot. but you felt like he just saw you as a best friend he tends to protect a lot. jay didn’t really show it, but he gets really frustrated when he tries to make a move on you in a subtle way, only for you to put him in the friend zone, but it’s all unintentional. every time someone tells you “jay totally likes you.” you’re quick to dismiss them because he would never see you like that. even though you’re the one saying it, it breaks you inside. until one day, you’re both in a diner, sharing fries and a milkshake and you can see jay fidgeting nervously and bouncing his leg repeatedly. “you’re restless, what’s going on?” you ask him, worried. jay sighs heavily and props his elbows on the table, staring at you with a serious expression. “look, i don’t know if i should just give up, because at this point you have to be pretending not to know.” he says “T-to know what?” he laughs at that. “that i like you, dummy.”

୨୧ SIM JAEYUN ! - tries to kiss you and fails

as childhood friends you and jake were always expected to end up dating by your fellow family members. you would always brush off any comments about you two (deep down you wish they were true) while jake just smiled like a fool while looking at you. it was no surprise when jake told his friends he liked you. it wasn’t hard to notice how he felt about you, seen the way he looks at you with glimmering eyes as he took in every word you say. he has never really tried to hide how he felt about you. he wasn’t ashamed of it and couldn’t wait for the moment you realized he liked you, because deep down he knew you felt like him too. it’s funny to him how he’s always making flirty comments and giving you kind of romantic presents and still you just thought he was playing his role as your best friend. but still, even though it was all funny and entertaining to watch, jake was tired of waiting and he decided to just directly show you how he feels. so that’s how you find yourself sitting in the park bench with him as layla plays around. jake takes a quiet deep breath as his hand comes up to brush your hair from your face, making you face him. he takes that as an opportunity to lean down. you, thinking he was gonna whisper something, turned your face to the side, making him bump his head against you. he starts laughing at you, making you confused. “you can’t really see it, can you?”

୨୧ PARK SUNGHOON ! - misunderstanding gone right ?

no one who knew you two understood how in hell you and sunghoon weren’t a couple. it was so obvious you both liked each other but still none of you seemed to do anything about it. you two were your class’s representatives so you two were almost always together and it wasn’t too hard to notice the lingering touches or stares you shared. but something the other students didn’t know was that you two had actually talked about your “feelings”. one day sunghoon almost overheard you telling your friend you liked him. “you like me?” he had asked “no! no, i don’t like you, sunghoon.” you answered trying to play it off. he nodded, his lips pursing. “good, then because i’m in love with someone else.”. it was something along those lines and you two had never talked about it again, but the tension never left. it felt heavy on you and it was painful to spend time alone with sunghoon so you settled that you were gonna tell him the truth. “remember that day you asked me if i liked you?” he hummed as he stopped in his tracks. “well, i lied. i like you, actually. i don’t want things to get awkward because you don’t feel the same but i needed to be honest.” his eyes widened as he stared at you like you were crazy. “are you kidding me? i only said i didn’t like you because you said you didn’t like me.” you gasped and pointed an accusing finger at him “why did you lie then? you said you were in love-” “hey! don’t put the blame on me now you lied too.” “well, we still can fix it right?” you said laughing making him do the same.

୨୧ KIM SUNOO ! - “PFT! who would ever like me?”

you and sunoo weren’t the closest people ever but you two spent a lot of time together since pretty much all of your friends were mutual. still, that fact didn’t stop you from developing a silly crush on him that quickly turned into something more serious the more you got to know him in the very few times the two of you were left alone after a group hangout. no one knew about it except for your best friend. you never told sunoo, not because you were afraid of rejection or him being rude because with how sweet his personality is, he would’ve rejected you in such a friendly manner it would make you think he’s reciprocating the feelings, but because no one like him would ever like you, he was way out of your league. so, confessing was definitely out of question, no matter how much your best friend would insist you would simply not do it. but in reality, it wasn’t really like that. one day you were hanging out with sunoo and your best friend at a cat cafe when suddenly in the conversation you said something along the words of “who would ever like?” and bold sunoo, was not afraid to hide his sincere feelings and answered with “i do.” he smiled while you looked up blushing furiously. your best friend laughing maniacally. “w-what?” sunoo chuckled at your reaction. “i thought i made it quite obvious that i liked you, silly.”  oh! who would’ve guessed!

୨୧ YANG JUNGWON ! - heard you liked “someone else”

you and jungwon had met each other in sophomore year of highschool and it was safe to say there was a connection instantly that was more than just a platonic one. you two quickly became attached at the hip. if jungwon said he was going somewhere it was sure that you would be here two, if you were being invited somewhere they could already expect the “can jungwon come along?” question, and vice-versa. it wasn’t strange when people came up to either you or him and asked if you were dating each other and it honestly shocked everyone when you both would always answer no to it, even your own girlfriends found your “friendship” strange. they did not find the idea of a boy-girl friendship weird or impossible to exist but they just couldn’t see your dynamic as friends so it was bound for them to question you. you heard the question so many times you decided to just tell them “fine! yes, i like him so, what?” you saw their shocked faces but they weren’t looking at you. you looked behind you seeing jungwon behind you. when you locked eyes he was quick to turn his back and walk away making you panic. a few days have gone by after that and you decided you needed to talk to him. “i’m sorry i didn’t tell you sooner. i didn’t want things to get ruined by this.” jungwon stared at you “who even is tha guy?” he asked making you look at him as if he had three heads. “what?” you asked “what what?” “jungwon the guy is literally you, i thought that was settled already.” jungwon stayed silent before laughing like a maniac. “if you’re here to make fun of me you can-” jungwon shut you off with a kiss, making you relaize where things went wrong.

୨୧ NISHIMURA RIKI ! - i don’t even know how to word this one

let’s settle one thing. you two knew you both liked each other. romantically. you just don’t bother on labelling it or directly showing it to each other. everyone around you found your dynamic honestly weird but to you two it was more simple than people put it to be. it all started when you were really oblivious about ni-ki’s feelings for you so he decided to hint that he liked you more than a friend. like one time you were walking to his house and he just shoot “you look cute.” but you didn’t quite hear what he said, distracted by a dog “what did you say?” he sighed “i said you look like a fruit.” “riki that does not make sense, but whatever you say.” and he started gradually getting bolder. “i can’t get this song out of my head.” you told him during class “i can’t get you out of my head.” oh! that was new information for you “thanks…?” at this point you were acting dumb for him and he couldn’t take it anymore so he got even more straightforward. during one of your daily walks you were rambling about a flower you saw on the way and he just let you talk as his hand sneakily grabbed yours, making you stop talking and falter in your steps “what?” he asked as if it was nothing “n-nothing!” he smiled as he kept walking along with you. after that day he noticed a change. a good one. and that’s when he realized you had realized so he decided to just get to the point “is it weird if i kiss you?” he asked when you were eating lunch in the school garden. you put your drink down and turned to look at him. “honestly, riki? yes. do i care? no.” so with that he grabbed your face, kissing you as he smiled against your lips.

[kaidatheghostdragon]

Jury Duty

Danny has been living his best life in Gotham, hiding from the GIW but mostly moving forward with his life. (College, job, whatever)

Until his name is drawn for jury duty.

He complains to his friends. They bring up a few interesting points. Shouldnt being dead disqualify him? Eventually the anti ecto acts are brought up. Can the government enforce jury duty on a citizen that was declared legally non-sentient?

Now, it might not have been danny's smartest idea, but he replies to the summons with a "cant, i died," attaching a copy of the anti ecto acts and a short argument that its hypocritical of the government to strip him of his rights but still expect him to fulfill his civic responsibilities.

Whatever government desk job gets danny's reply to the summons thinks its a joke at first (theyre no stranger to the colorful and creative excuses people come up with to try to get out of jury duty), but danny provided all the right paperwork and instructions for them to jump through all the hoops necessary to locate the obscure law. They send it higher up the chain of command.

But this is Gotham. After several days of ruminating over the strange law, they decide to leave a tip on the bats' hotline (set up and maintained by Oracle). The whole situation felt a bit left of reality, and they weren't paid enough to deal with that shit. And if the government really was the problem here (look, they might have landed a secure government-funded desk job, but they were a grunt and held no loyalty to the government that continuously screwed over their home city), then merely passing the buck meant it would get covered up instead of exposed.

Oracle gets the message and starts digging, determining that this is A Big Problem, Actually. First order of business is to track down this Danny guy and give him a bat-level security detail. Second order is to push this to the Justice league.

The thing is, the giw had successfully hidden themselves from the justice league up until now. They covered their tracks, took care of loose ends. The laws were written to look like pest control.

They never considered that someone would respond to a jury duty sommons with "cant, im dead." First of all, they dont know about halfas, who could be dead without ever being legally declared. Secondly, why would a ghost pretend to be alive? Thirdly, why would they blow their cover? ("Sir, its *jury duty.*" "point withdrawn.")

It was pure chance that the desk job took it seriously enough to report it, and oracle only recognized the threat as it was because she made the logical leap from ectoplasm to lazarus water.

The bats investigate by intercepting danny's summons. Fortunately, the higher up decided it was a joke and didnt share it any further. Unfortunately, they told danny that he better show up for jury duty, come hell or high water.

That route blocked, they hack in a jury summons for jason todd. Being Actually Legally Dead, with all the paperwork correctly filed, means that he would never actually get a summons, but they need someone on this inside that clearly falls into the same category as danny to keep a close eye on him.

Anyways, this was a long and twisted set up to get not one, but two individuals in the same jury duty line up claiming they "cant, i died."

[starseongs]

one of my friends said “maybe he likes ateez” so now i’m like fuck maybe that Is it!! maybe their siren voices have lured him in and bc i can’t stop fucking playing their music he WONT LEAVE😖

please i am just trying to watch ateez videos can this guy leave me alone for one night 😭

[prettyboykatsuki-moved]

brocon | a. oliver

✮ tags ; afab + fem!reader, unrequited love (from reader but not to oliver), presence of honorfics (nii-san mostly), incest (incestual roleplay and one sided incestual affection lol), oliver is not the older brother but he wishes he was, Too Casual About Incest in this one, oral (m!recieving), mentions of cervix fucking + deepthroating, cream pies, casual sex, 18+

✮ wc ; 2.5k

✮ a/n ; im reading too many doujinshis. everyday i become a little more insane. i miss you all. i also hate this guy.

c. consider this like a prelude by the way. im definitely going to expand on this universe rip.

also im dead fucking tired so tenses are all over the place. im gonna skip class tomorrow i think lol

✮ synopsis ; oliver is not put off by your brother complex. he probably should be.

Oliver isn’t very meddlesome.  

He’s a captain, but that’s as far as he’s ever willing to extend himself when it comes to getting deeply involved with other people. He loves soccer, loves strikers, etc. Annoying shit is tolerable if it’s for the love of the game.  

So in terms of his willingness to interfere, it starts and stops at soccer.  

The same is not true for relationships. Never has been really. He isn’t sure if he’s always been like that. He got his heart broken in high school, before his career took off and get much time to think about what he wanted after.  

He’ll never claim to be paragon of morality. Whether or not he’s pre-disposed for it, he’s been around the block and doesn’t take anything too seriously. A lot of what he’s down for just depends on where he’s at and he stands to gain. 

But, he’s always been straightforward about it so whatever.  

 From experience, he prefers dating women with a lot to lose - career driven types. Long term, they’re the easiest to break up with because they rarely chase after him and have little desire for the spotlight. He likes cute, innocent types too, for different reasons - but it can get messy easily so he has to be off season  to fuck them or date. His type in men depends on what he’s feeling. He likes getting topped by quiet, stoic men and likes topping slutty pretty boys. 

Case and point, Olivers type is whoever wants to fuck him and he wants to fuck too. It’s not complicated and isn’t defined by any particular thing. When it comes to appearance and personality - well he’s fine with whatever. He’s not really interested in being exclusive. He likes to have fun and like freely, or something like that.  

His only real criteria for sex and partnership are: discreet, sane, want to fuck him.  

You fit one of those parameters for sure.  You’re very discreet.  

But while you and Oliver are sleeping together, it’s not him you actually want.  

Oliver  met you a few months back. You were by yourself in the bar of a nice motel and dressed to the nines, crying alone over a drink. The game plan was simple. He would chat you up, console you, and bring you to bed. You both get to feel good, and you get to forget for a while.  

An attempted act of kindness and sincerity.  

He did just that too. Slid up next to you easy, bought you a drink. You were mostly sober - told him you had to drive early the next day. Alcohol was just to soothe your broken heart. You broke down after that. Red-rimmed watery eyes, barely keeping it together - it didn’t take much effort for Oliver to get you to open up. Apparently someone you loved had just got married. You even gave a speech for the wedding. Sobbed a little about how you’re happy he’s happy but you’re devastated.  

Oliver offered you a shoulder to cry on. Whispered in your ear real sweet about licking each others wounds for the night. How he’d be happy to help you forget. You went back to your hotel with little fuss. And he’s a half decent bastard after all, so he didn’t go too hard on you during the sex. Gave you boyfriend treatment as a consolation prize for your efforts. Foreheads pressed together, arms around his shoulders, lots of kissing and making eye contact.  

That kind of sex is fun sometimes, at least when it’s not very serious.  

You had great compatibility in bed. Some post coital pillow talk also revealed that your mutual interests meshed pretty well  - so you decided to see each other again for the purposes of fucking. Oliver needs a reliable partner who won’t try to ruin his career and you need a shoulder to lean on and forget about your true love.  

It was working out well for him really. And like he said, he’s not really the type to pry into other peoples affairs.  

For better or for worse though, having frequent sex with someone usually gets you acquainted with random aspects of their life. The friends parts of friends with benefits usually means you’re seeing some part of them you didn’t sign up for.  

It took three months of sleeping with you, around the 8th time you met up for sex, for him to realize who your unrequited love actually was.  

He thought it might’ve been someone off limits from the way you spoke about it. Though you tended to avoid the subject altogether.  

Had he known he was going to get involved with a girl that has the worst brother complex he’s ever seen, he would’ve reconsidered seeing you again.  

Maybe. Or maybe not.  

Truthfully, Oliver is less bothered by brocon thing than he thought he’d be. He hadn’t realized because of anything you told him. Just that once, you were laying on his chest when you got a call in the middle of the night from your older brother. 

You’re not the sweet type, to put it bluntly. Oliver would categorize you as the working professional sort with a lot to lose - high spec and calculating. Aside from the night he met you, he’d never seen you act in a way he would consider needy or childish - even after sex. Or ever, really - even when something happens that might garner that response.  

Seeing the way your eyes lit up, the way your whole demeanor changed as you spoke with him on the phone. It didn’t take a genius to figure it out. He didn’t have plans to confront you about it at the time. It wasn’t really his business, or at least that’s what he told himself. 

At a certain point though, he felt like he couldn’t dance around it.  

He brought it up on a whim one night. Regretted it because he liked your current relationship and didn’t want it to end, but he felt it had to be done.  

He doesn’t know what exactly he was expecting, if anything at all. He thought you’d cuss him out or something. Tell him to fuck off and mind his business. Tell him to not be gross, maybe.  

But he didn’t expect tears, nor did he expect the childish sadness that came along with the mere mention of you beloved nii-san.  

That had made him wanna pry.  

It wasn’t hard to get you to open up about it. Frankly, he didn’t actually give a shit about the incest part, so you felt safe enough to tell him when he asked. Your older brother was basically your whole life. You’re half siblings, abandoned by the same parent. You had a rough upbringing but your older brother took care of you and sacrificed a lot. You realized you were in love with him in middle school and kept it in since. He’s about four years older than you and his wife is a very gentle person.  

Oliver isn’t concerned about the details. He’s nosy - so he asks but he wouldn’t’ve forced you if you didn’t want to talk about it. But it seems like you really did, since you were happy to tell him anything on your mind.  

You were…different after that. After he knew, you relaxed considerably. He didn’t think of you as guarded until you stopped being that way and started acting more… docile.  

Oliver doesn’t mind that change either, which is shocking for him. Usually you’re far off but after you cum, you soften up and act kind of… cute.  

 You’re a little clingier, and generally speaking - sweeter to him when you’re guard is down. It’s not like you’re doing it on purpose. You never ask Oliver to treat you any softer or get demanding with him. And there’s never an instance where he has to worry about if that’ll change because as nice as you are to him, it’s clear as day that no one in the world will ever surpass your affection for your older brother.  

(Once, after sex,  Oliver asks you what you like about about your older brother. The question comes as a shock to you both, but mostly to him because he isn’t sure why he thinks to ask. You’re happy enough to answer it though. According to you, he’s perfect.  

He’s kind and thoughtful, gentle and doting, tall, strong and handsome. You’ve got little hearts in your eyes when you say all this. You add towards the end that part of the reason you sleep with Oliver is because they’re so different you can forget all about it.  

He laughs at that, but he isn’t sure how sincere it is.) 

As time goes by, Oliver never gets  totally used to the change. As soon as you get a call or text from your beloved nii-san, you perk up like all the life has been breathed back into you. He hears you talk sometimes and it’s clear that your brother also probably has a bit of a sister complex.  

 You’re more open around Oliver sure - but it pales in comparison to when you get a call from him. How could a person be so different? He assumes the answer is love, but he can’t wrap his head around it having that much impact on your character.  

Oliver tries not to think about it.  

You’ve continued sleeping together out of habit and as time went  by  - you started to hang out for no real reason. It’s remained casual. You never want anything from him except dick and sometimes attention, but its clear that it isn’t from the one sided hope of becoming his girlfriend. And he knows almost too well that you don’t care for him in a special way because he knows what that looks like on you - and every kindness you’ve shown him is just who you are.  

It’s not like Oliver isn’t keenly aware of all of that.  

But it doesn’t stick until he offers up roleplaying with you on a whim.  

He suggests it to fuck with you really. And maybe because he’s a little irritated by it. He wants to upset you a little, petty as it is. See how you react. He was expecting you to get pissed off, maybe even cuss him out a little over being a jerk.  

That is not the reaction he receives. Instead you flush all over. Your hands fist on your knees and you get shy over just the prospect. He’s had you bent in every position known to man but he’s never seen you more embarrassed then the very idea of uttering the name nii-san in relation to sex.  

You do have a moment of sobriety after the fact, hit him with your pillow and tell him not to be a dick.  

But then, he can’t let it go. So he grabs you by the wrist and says it’s fine. It’s what he’s here for isn’t he? Always has been.  

Only seeing it does it start to really click.  

It’s the most intense sex you’ve ever had , and it doesn’t feel  profoundly fucked up until you take his dick  into your mouth. Hearts in your eyes while he strokes your hair, swallowing his cock - nuzzling it, kissing, it and being so devoted he doesn’t know if he’s the most unlucky man alive or the least.  

You’re always a sight for sore eyes when you’re hoping to please him somehow. You’re a little haughty in bed in a way he’s into— 

But fuck, it’s different when you’re doing it for your big brother. He’s never seen you so horny in his life. Touching yourself so desperately while you’re deepthroating his length, eyes rolling back into your skull as you swallow him all the down to the base. Moaning into it even as you gag and hiccup and spit.. Drool clinging to your lips, stretched all the way to the corners  - wetness sliding down the curve of your neck and chest. Your face flush, damp tears clinging to your lashes while he strokes his thumb against your cheek and tells you the same few words over and over.  

Nii-san’s so proud of you. You’re being so good for your me. Over and over, reinforcing it again and again. Hearing the words and just thinking of it seem to be enough for you.  

It’s about the same when he does finally fucks you. Oliver gets into it at the end. Puts you in a full nelson and fucks you stupid, the head of his cock battering into you and demanding to be let in. You feel good split apart on his dick - pussy stretched so tight it barely fits him.  

You always do your best to take him, but he sees what the affection does to you. You get so horny that you spread your legs without being fucked open on his fingers first. Your body is responsive to it. He almost feels bad for your brother, not getting to know what it feels like. Oliver is only playing pretending but your cunt squeezes his dick so tight, holds onto him like  it doesn’t want to let go. It’s not even the real thing yet your body is keen on milking him. Built and bred like it was made for your older brother to fuck.  

He’ll never get the chance too. Oliver relishes in it more than he can be honest about.  

Once he’s inside, you tell Oliver in a lust drunk haze that nii-san can have whatever he wants. That’s when he knows you’re running on nothing but lust. And by then, he is too. You whimper when he moves - say yes when he hisses that he’s gonna fuck you deep enough to flood your cervix. Nod desperately when he offers to fuck your cervix open too.  

It’s nothing but filthy bullshit but the words come out easier as his cock keeps slipping out of you from how wet you are over the thought alone.  

It finally settles in when when you’ve nearly fucked yourself unconscious. Riding his cock with your tshirt pulled up over your tits, eyes closed and legs wobbling - saying it over and over. Begging for your brother who you love so dearly while you  fuck on him with all the strength in your hips.  

Seeing that makes him realize that he’s not a stand-in.  

Only because it’s an impossible outcome in the first place.  

It’s the first time he cums inside of you, and the first time you cry after sex. Oliver holds you afterwards. You whisper a thank you so sincere to him afterwards he loses his fucking mind, all soft and watery and needy. Don’t protest when he pulls you into a bath or holds you.  

You stay with him through the night and he realizes right about then that he’s completely and utterly fucked. 

It’s his karma, he assumes. Wanting a girl who has a severe brother complex is Oliver’s own special hell - hand crafted to make him feel as fucked up as possible.  

But damn does he want you bad anyway.  

[shawtylex09]

Just took notice of how you mostly write izuku so here's an idea/request

How about teacher izuku meeting his co-worker (reader) in a bar and they're both just as surprised cause the reader would never think he'd drink. But like he doesn't excessively drinks or something like that,just doing it from time to time. And from there on they kinda just get along really well. You can do whatever with this,make a smau or fanfic or anything really. Nsfw can be included if you're up to it<3

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I hope you’re the same anon that requested the other asks.

Also. IM TRYING TO GET TO ALL OF THE REQUESTS I PROMISE IVE HAD SUCH BAD WRITERS BLOCK ITS NOT EVEN FUNNY.

Anyways. Here’s Teacher!Izuku x Teacher!Fem!Reader

Smut warning! Minors DNI.

Spoilers for MHA

Masterlist

Here’s a banger for you guys to listen to,

and let’s get into this;

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Izuku sighed softly, staring down at the sweet, golden brown of the whiskey in his glass. He wasn’t usually a drinker, but tonight he just needed to let loose a bit.

His mind had started to wander a bit, and he found himself thinking back to his own high school days, questioning if he was happy with his life or if he was just accepting that this was his life now, whether he liked it or not.

Izuku enjoyed being a teacher, yes, but he always found himself alone- more often than he would’ve liked to admit. He knew it was just the effect of all of his friends getting older and naturally growing apart, but it just..sucked.

He still had Katsuki, the two of them regularly talking and sometimes grabbing lunch. There was also Aizawa and his other coworkers.

There was also-

You sat down next to Izuku, a heavy sigh leaving your lips. Today shr been chaotic with the groups of students you handled. You glanced over, feeling eyes on you.

Your eyes met green ones, and you paused.

“Midoriya?” You asked with wide eyes, surprised to see someone as warm and intelligent as Izuku in the bar of all places- and was that whiskey?

Izuku’s own, slightly drunk expression was shocked, gawking at you “Y/n?? What are you doing here?” It wasn’t like the two of you weren’t supposed to drink or anything, you just didn’t expect to see each other in the bar of all places outside of UA.

You smiled a bit and rested your elbow on the bar, the shock wearing off as you remembered- you were both adults, no reason to get bent outta shape over it. “Came to get a drink, unwind a little” you shrugged.

Izuku nodded and smiled a little, resting his own chin in his palm while swirling the whiskey in his glass. “Same here” he said with a soft laugh, his reflective thoughts from earlier pushed to the back burner of his tipsy mind. “Just wanted to relax after dealing with those troublesome teenagers”

You grinned and chuckled a little, nodding in agreement “ain’t that the truth”. You said before turning to the bar tender, ordering a simple brandy.

Izuku raised a brow at your drink choice, smiling a little. He was a little more loose-lipped, thanks to already being a few drinks in “brandy? You like fruity alcohol?” He asked, smiling a bit.

You smirked a bit and angled your head to the side “so what if I do? Am I not allowed to have different tastes than you, Midoriya?” You asked, your tone light and playful, definitely not exactly professional, since you didn’t have to maintain that boundary now that you were off the clock. You were just two people now, out at the bar.

Izuku laughed a bit and gave you that sweet, boyish smile that made a bit of heat crawl up your collar “that’s not what I’m saying Y/n” he smiled warmly at you, his eyes a bit glassy from the alcohol “also. Izuku’s fine, we’re not at work, so you can just call me Izuku.”

You hummed softly, smiling a little. He wanted to be closer with you. It was obvious by the expression on his face and the way his cheeks turned red as he offered his given name to you.

“Oh, sure thing, Izuku.” You teased, assign that extra emphasis on his name. You got your drink and sipped it, smiling at the dopey grin on his face “someone’s pleased with himself”

Izuku simply laughed at your words, taking a sip of his, almost empty, whiskey. He couldn’t deny your words, he was pleased with the new level of intimacy between the two of you. He'd been wanting to get to know you better, for a while, actually.

You were a bit older than Izuku, and you'd been working at UA for a few years before Izuku had earned a job there, and he admired the way you worked, the way you oriented your classes and how you carried yourself; confident, self-assured, and sexy-

"What can I say?" Izuku asked with a shrug of his shoulders, smiling a little, feeling less stiff and pressured now that you were in a public setting. "I'm allowed to be pleased with myself when I get a bit closer with someone as gorgeous as yourself" He hadn't meant to come off as forward as he did, but he had a few drinks in him.

You blushed a little, preening under the compliment directed at you "Oh? You think I'm gorgeous?" you asked, your tone soft, playful, with flirty undertones and a bit of teasing; it was lighthearted, and the two of you were just messing around.

Izuku blushed and shyly smiled, rubbing the back of his neck. "ah..I..did not mean to say that out loud" he muttered before laughing a little.

You blinked, before cracking a grin, with the way he was acting playful, yet still a bit shy and bashful made your heart race, and you knew you were in for a good night.

And boy were you right.

Several drinks in, and the two of you were ready to leave the bar. You two had been playfully flirting and conversing with huge, stupid smirks on your faces, feeling like giddy teenagers as you grabbed his hand.

You had called a taxi, since you were the more sober one of the two, which wasnt saying much.

Somehow, you and Izuku made it to your apartment, the tension between the two of you growing to a climax. The two of you stumbled into your apartment, Izuku drunkenly babbling to you "Y/n..a-are you...let-letting me s- hic stay? Please let me stay..I w-wan' to be c- hic close..t-to you"

You smiled a bit and chuckled "Y-yeah? you wanna stay?" you taunted, grinning mischievously at your coworker and friend. Izuku took this as you being unconvinced. What he did next would be what set off the two of you for the night;

Izuku grabbed onto your shirt, heavily leaning on you for support with his heavily lidded eyes and tousled hair, his cheeks red and breaths shaky "please..Y/n..i-ill..be such hic a good boy..please..please.."

Your eyes widened and your mouth went dry.

Now. How could you say no to a face that cute, especially when he was asking so politely?

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Your room was filled with the lewd squelching sounds of Izuku's throbbing, aching cock sliding in and out of your gushing cunt, your nude body bouncing on his lap while his gasps and feminine whimpers filled the air "Y/n! Fuck- Please! Mommy- mommy! please!!" he didnt know what he was pleading for, but his eyes were filled with tears, his head thrown back in ecstasy and his eyes rolling back as his cock bullied your cunt around the shape of its fat shaft.

You panted heavily, your hands on his muscular and scarred chest, your brows furrowed and lewd groans slipping passed your lips. "youre doing so good, being such a good boy for me sweetheart" you praised, your voice breathless as you rolled your hips and rode his hardened length.

You had no idea how youd gotten here, one minute you were kissing izuku, stumbling into your bedroom as he whimpered, promising to be a good boy if you took care of him, then the next his dick was the only thing on your mind.

Izuku brought a hand up to cover his eyes, his heavy breaths and whimpers meeting your ears, adding to that fog of alcohol and pleasure. "Please! I wanna cum- please! Please let me cum mommas- Ive been such a good boy-" he gasped out, his voice high and whiny as your tight walls constricted around his dick, making his body jolt and writhe under you.

You felt your own release building, your groans and gasps mixing with his whimpers and moans "Y/n!" Izuku grabbed the sheets, turning his face to the side, burying it in your pillow as tears of pleasure streamed down his bright red cheeks

"Baby- baby imabout to-" you reached down, your fingers finding his sensitive nipples and beginning to pinch and tease them, looking for that final push to tip him off into release.

Izuku's back arched, a cry of pleasure leaving him as he finally felt the tight ball of pleasure explode in his stomach, his cock twitching and shooting out hot ropes of sticky cum, right inside of you.

You panted heavily, removing yourself from on top of him and laying down next to him.

The two of you laid in your bed, before you gently coaxed izuku's tired body into cuddling with yours, your hand finding his hair as he cuddled up to you.

You knew that it probably meant nothing, a simple drunken mistake, and that izuku probably didnt harbor the same passionate feelings youd held for him.

little did you know, Izuku was smiling into your chest, his lashes wet with the tears of ecstasy youd earned from him, and one thought on his mind.

I hope we do this in the morning.

im sosososososososo sorry its taken me so long getting to these asks. i still have 4 left to write for. im SO SORRY- ive been struggling with mental health and other silly stuff, but im trying! so dont worry! i plan on using this week to catch up on asks and stuff, cause next weekend im celebrating my birthday, and the wednesday after next is my bday, so ill probably not be very active next week. or i might, who knows!

[fluffypotatey]

okay so:

the year is 2021. the month is june. the new season of hermitcraft, season 8, has just started, and everything is great! the hermits are all messing around, having fun, building insane things within the first week of the server being active, and generally having a good time. everyone's collected themselves into little factions, pranking each other, and it's all the fun, lighthearted, mostly-vanilla content hermitcraft is known for.

and then the split between minecraft versions 1.18 and 1.19 is announced. the delay of new terrain, and especially of new mobs like the warden, considerably disrupt several of the hermits' plans. but it's fine, they'll figure something out, they're professionals, and it mostly goes unnoticed.

about two weeks later, on november 9th, grian turns to mumbo jumbo in one of his episodes, and asks the famous question that would seal hermitcraft season 8's fate:

"mumbo, is the moon... big?"

suddenly, the fans panic. they search back through videos and streams, and realize that the moon had been abnormally large and stuck in a full-moon phase since october 30th. the Moon Big event has begun.

this is where the roleplay really starts. once the moon's size has been brought up, the hermits start a weird combination of scrambling to figure out why the moon's growing, and how to stop it- but also of ignoring it, hoping it won't be a problem, hoping someone else will deal with it. the moon keeps getting bigger, more hermits start realizing it's going on, and a creeping sense of dread starts to grow. but it's fine. it's fine, right? they do little plotlines like this all the time. they'll figure something out, the moon will go back to normal, and we'll laugh about it when this is all over. it's fine.

and then, blocks start flying away. just floating up out of the ground, and falling right back down! like for a moment, a square meter chunk of dirt has decided it's a ballerina and leaped out of the ground! but it's fine, right? the blocks are coming back. no lasting harm is done. they're going to fix it all... right?

the moon gets bigger. it's growing every day- local hermit weirdguy joe hills measures it every stream. the blocks start flying higher. gravity starts getting... weird, with players getting the slow falling effect at random, and being lifted off of the earth themselves. the players form cults and rituals and whatnot to try and appease the moon, convince it to leave them alone, making plans to escape. nothing works. things keep getting worse, and the moon keeps getting bigger. but it'll be fine. these storylines never leave lasting harm, or at least they never have before. they'll be fine.

and then the blocks stop coming back, just floating into the sky forever. the players have the slow falling effect more than they don't now. the moon is now so big it's visible even during the day, and fills the entire sky at night. they start planning their escapes in earnest, and say their goodbyes. some hermits jump into a void hole in the overworld (it was the centerpiece of their village). some flee to the End, some to the nether, some just fly with elytras and hope they can get far enough away in time. one brave hermit, tango, flies himself to the moon in a futile attempt to blow the whole thing up before it can crash.

but in the end, the moon crashes into the server, and everything they'd built was destroyed. and the whole time, there'd been nothing any of them could've done. season eight was over, a full six months before anyone had expected it to end, and season nine wouldn't start until about three months later. and im still not okay about it.

(here's a cool animatic of the moon's crash! honestly i dont think you need too much hermitcraft knowledge to get the gist)

(also the moon crash happened on the day before my birthday lmao.)

….

holy shit

[sukioyakio]

'𝖄᥆ᥙ ᥙsᥱძ mᥱ 𝗍һᥱᥒ s᥆ ᥒ᥆ᥕ іᥣᥣ ᥙsᥱ ᥡ᥆ᥙ'-(__)

Paring: Sukuna Ryoman x SingleparentReader

Summary: You thought that after your visit with Sukuna that the gods hate you;Who you thought never would see again.But,He just kept on insisting on you about the deal.

An:I love all y’all comment on the last one,and this took time off my brain cells to actually do,the time I took to research the topics of movies I feel like Sukuna would do,I was low key thinking that I wasn’t writing Sukuna accurate enough ���� The amount of times I made my best friend to read this was insane,but she deal with it and gave me tips.Love her for pro reading this.

Part 1 Part 2

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Wordcount: 8.k (ik im sorry but give me a chance)

The next day,you receive yet another message from an unknown stranger,telling you the same thing from before,in which you blocked it and continue your day on.Then it repeats again with the same message but with a different phone address the next day,you go ahead and block it again. Then it begins to repeat until the end of the week. It was getting annoying to be constantly bombarded with reminders of his deal.

You were already stressed out on whether to use the money he gave to you move or get a car etc.But mostly on nova sake.You didn’t even notice someone following you when,you were leaving work;picking up nova;then going home.

It was now Monday morning and not bothering to look at your phone,because knowing your already going to expect the same god damn message from him or his manger you don’t really care at this point.You just needed to get you and nova for work and school.

“Sir ryoman!” Uraume announce with their voice being controlled and professional.As they knocks on this office door. As it was busy in the office,they had been having to remind multiple employees to stop slaking off.

Multiple employees walked by returning to their desks and multiple other employees walked by uraume.

‘Come In’ Sukuna voice could be heard as it signal for uraume to come inside.Uraume opens the door and closes it behind them.As they walks towards the his desks.

Uraume begins to talk as turns on their iPad and starts looking for a specific page on it.

“She still hasn’t answered so far but I’ve have got a complete report of her what she does, where she goes and walks just like you wanted.I already send it in your message this morning.” Uraume explained with a formal and politely voice.They turns off their iPad now looking at Sukuna for a response.

He simply nodded.Not even glancing at uraume as he just continued signing paper on his desk.

“Good,now leave” he answered with a simple wave dismissing them.He simply was exhausted from having to deal with the media and The paparazzi flashing those damn cameras at him.

Uraume nodded but slightly hesitated as they turned around,but stop halfway through their way towards the door.Uraume clear their throat and swiftly compose themself.

“Sir may I ask you a question?” They announce to him while letting out a sigh.Uraume be meaning ask him what all this new found interest was for.But they especially wanted to ask him if the girl-you- who was company with a young girl was his.The young girl did look much like him,but that isn’t their business to be In.

Sukuna rises his red eyes staring at the back of uraume head,particularly making holes in them.He scoff out as he raised his eyebrow towards what his assistant had to say.

“What is it” He replied with a harsh tone,now laying his head on his palm;eyeing uraume with curiosity. Uraume nodded before coughing up anything that might make them a fool.

“Why are all of the sudden are you interested into this woman.Ive never seen you this intensely interested in someone before,even you being an actor. Is . . that child is you-“ Uraume cuts their self up before butt-ing into something that wasnt there business.

“Never mind that isn’t my business to be asking.I’ll see you later to update you on the latest update of your schedule”

Uraume explains with a bit of more emotion than their usual professional tone.But they sigh quietly and gave a small shake to remind themselves that this is isn’t their problem,nor the time to try to discover the big history between him and you-now leaving the room.Feeling his red eyes burning holes into there head.

Sukuna watched as Uraume left the room, his eyes narrowing at uraume as they exited the room, leaving him alone with his own thoughts. He leaned back in his chair, a hint of irritation in his expression.

He couldn't help but feel annoyed with their questions . It was true that he had suddenly become interested in you, And especially for someone who had a busy schedule but he didn't want to admit it to anyone, let alone his assistant. Who was they to question him about his private life?

Nonetheless he pushed his thought away went back to working on his paper and other stuff to simply distract himself.But all it does is spark a idea in his mind;something he knows will grab your attention in a bad good way.

‘I should at least get to officially meet our daughter’

You already had drop off nova from school and now your at work,Just working hard though the rush hour of the day.

Running back and forward to get people foods and served it to them,and writing orders and giving it to the employee who gave it to the chef.

Every once in a while some boys will try to flirt their way of not having to pay.But their efforts will come to an end soon enough and paying for their food.Even so,the day was mostly spent on taking order for people.But while in break time you were going to relax and just watch a documentary on YouTube.

Until a text message from a teacher who was nova teacher that you texted once in a while to talk about nova behavior and etc but what she texted was something odd out the ordinary.

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{Ms apples}-“I didn’t know that you had such a handsome husband before.Just to let you know that he had picked up nova from school all her homework are in her bookbag.Im telling you this because your husband seem to be in a rush.” *delivered 3 seconds ago*

—Your face scrunched up in horrible confusion as you reread the text message.To Be sure that what you read was simply a prank or a lie,but it clearly wasn’t a joke.You started to overthink all the worst things unimaginable.—

{You}-“What do you mean by someone else picked up nova?How did He look like?Was he tall?” *Delivered*

{Ms Apple}-“He was tall and had tattoos on his face which looked very handsome on him and has red eyes but is there a problem with your husband,matter of fact I think I saw him from a video on the media?Would you like me to call the police??” *delivered and read*

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Your eyes slightly saw red,but you quickly calm down.You rubbed your eyes,shaking your head in disbelief that the one man who you wanted nothing to do with,just happen to be irreverent in your life right now.You didnt like the idea of him being your husband;but you didnt want to explain yourself nor have to deal with more problems.So You quickly text back to Ms apples.

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{you}-“Oh no, thanks you for the suggestion but it nothing. Also he isn’t my husband he’s more like my my ex-husband, he like doing stuff without my permission, thanks for sharing this info though and have a great day” * delivered *

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You turn off your phone and went back to work and went to the Manager and told them it an emergency that you need to go home quickly.In which they allowed you to go home since they never once had a problem with you.

Now walking out the front door,and honestly you didn’t have one idea where Sukuna would be at and You were more likely to kill Sukuna than.

”So what your name kiddo?” He asked in a casual voice while keeping his eyes on the road.As he stop at the red light to see the little girl face,as he look at the passenger seat to see her face now turn to him with a big smile.

“Oh!Well my name is Nova (last name) Ryomen!My first names means like brightest Star!But what your name mister?” She says with a wide smile showing all her teeth,Her pink hair perfectly places in pink tails.

Sukuna chuckled at Nova's cheerful demeanor, her bright smile putting a small grin on his own face. He pulled away from the light as it turned green.

"Nova” he repeated, mulling over the name for a moment before responding. "That's a unique name…I like it,kiddo”

‘What a perfect name.Of course she would pick something like that.’He thought to himself.Small pink specs of hair falling down onto his forehead.

He glanced away from the road for a moment to look over at her. "It' nice name Nova it fits well.And the name's Sukuna." He replied to nova. Nova smiles and then pauses to think for a few seconds before saying.

“I know i could’ve sworn l’ve seen you before…Oh my gosh your on that movie that Cole talk about” Nova gasp in shock and excitement,as Sukuna huff a laugh at her reaction.

As they reached to their destination that he promised her to come She wouldn’t go with him if she didn’t get to go to a mall and Sukuna didn’t have the ideal thought of arguing with her.

“We’re here,now Let go” He says as he parks his car,He opens the door and closes his door. And started to walk away from the car.Without looking back.

As he paused and turned around and Looked at the car.He forgot that nova couldn’t even go open the door since she was so small.In which he quickly run back toward the car while cursing himself for forgetting that.

It wasn’t his fault.That he just so used to his assistant being around him when he needs him.Without him having to check behind him to know that his assistant wasn’t there.

He opened the door to see an annoyed look on nova,who to him looked exactly like him when he was young.’She definitely at best five years old about to turn six with a very smart mouth.’

“Jezz Thank for forgetting me” she snarled with sass.A pout on her lips.He roll his eyes at the sight of her pouting.

He just grab her and carry her effortlessly with ease. Then closing the door and locking his car. ‘Yep definitely has a smart mouth’

Sukuna carried Nova effortlessly in his arms, a slightly amused expression on his face as he responded to her complaints. "Yeah, yeah. Don't give me that look. You're the one who wanted to come here in the first place."

"Besides," he continued as they made their way towards the entrance of the mall, "It's not like I meant to forget about you. I'm just not used to having someone ‘small’ for the ride."He said sarcastically. Nova crossed her tiny arms around her body,as she felt so small in his arms,and the fact that he only needed to one arm to carry her.

“Uh huh,whatever Pinky .”Nova continued as she see multiple stores.”Anyway why do you have tattoos on your face?” She says with a dumb huff trying to appear big,to him it endearing to see.

Sukuna couldn't help but chuckle at Nova's huffing and puffing, finding her attempts to appear big endearing.

"Pinky, huh?You have the same pink hair,You're full of witty nicknames," he teased, rolling his eyes. "And the tattoos," he explained, "They're just a part of who I am. I got them when I was a bit younger and was more reckless with my decisions.”

He didn’t exactly say the truth but not an exact lie about them. He walked into the mall, carrying her past a few different stores, each one catching her eye with their flashy displays and colorful banners.

They continue to walk through the mall and Sukuna immediately regrets not wearing anything to cover his face,as now he see countless people pulling out their phones and recording him and nova.Seeing that the jacket he was wearing wasn’t as effective his identity.

As people started pulling out their phones and recording him, Sukuna couldn't help but silently curse himself for not thinking ahead and covering his face with at least makeup to hide his tattoos. He continued walking, trying to ignore the constant flashes of cameras and phones pointing in their direction.

Nova, on the other hand, looked around with wide-eyed wonder, utterly unbothered by all the attention they were drawing. She was more fascinated by the colorful stores and lively atmosphere of the mall than anything else.

’Omg is that the actor who played from ‘die hard’,-Sukuna ryoman”

‘Oh my goodness he looks ten times hotter in real life then the films,wait but who’s the child??,the girl look like him somehow’

‘wait your right,that girl look so similar,or is it because they both have pink hair’

‘I can’t believe that’s him the same person who played ‘the hitman bodyguard’,God I really want a autograph with him’

‘God the films don’t do justice for him,I love you Sukuna!’

“Wow so many people are taking pictures of us,You sure are Popular” she says with a cheeky grin.He walk towards elevator so one he doesn’t have to deal with the people.

’well if anything I get from this is just more drama,and more attention from the fucking media,then I could fucking deal with’ He mentally groaned at the amount of bullshit this will make.As he feel the elevator starting to rise up.

And he knows it going to take some time before they get out.Since these elevators are so slow.

“Wait isn’t there a Claire’s here,do you know where it is?”Her voice lifted at end to signify the question,as she lay her head on her shoulders allowing her pink tails to tickle his neck.

“No crap” He simply replied to her,as he moved her pink locks away from his neck.He already click the putting onto the third floor.

“nO cRaP” she mimics back to him as little giggle falls out of her mouth.And he just rolls his eyes into the back of his head.“Soo” She began once again.

“Are you really sure that your mama friends,or your one ticket to getting myself grounded ” She explains with her voice becoming lower and more mature at the last words.Sukuna watches nova and ruffles her pink hair completely messing up the hair.Making her squeal.

“She knows me…” he paused,before thinking of a good word to use. “Well”

by what he meant by well,is one breaking her heart and two giving her a child to raise all by herself,and plus not being a good boyfriend at all to begin with but he wasn’t going to say that to a child.

“Okay I’m trusting you here mate,if I get grounded your coming down with me” She turns her head towards him with her eyes widened like she going do a stare contest with him,and then slowly shows her tiny pinky finger and then whisper to him.

“Promise?”

“I promise punk” He says with a seriousness glint in his eyes as he smirks at her childish attitude.As he interlocks his pinky finger with hers.

“ok then! You could put me down now mister! ” She says cheerfully.Sukuna putting her down as gently as possible,well more like just picking her up and then putting her down.

(you) It didn’t take her long enough to find out where they are from media outlets to find a source aka instagram.Where there was video showing proof of them interacting and walking around the mall;is what is says in the captions of the video.

With this in mind,She was able to get a location and found that somewhat the location was far from where she was and she knew that one she could just walk there or just get a Uber which is the obvious option she was choosing.

She already had ordered the Uber and now waiting patiently for the Uber driver to come soon,As you stand by the sidewalk seeing the citizens walk forwards and back to reach whatever destination they have.

As you scroll through instagram to see if they any other videos about the two of them.After 10 minutes or so you got a notification from Uber saying that they have arrived to your location,and with that a beep sound came from the street in front of you.

Walking toward the car with a fake smile on your lips,as the car passengers window rolled down asking if your the who ordered him,and you answered him saying yes and quickly got into the passenger seats.Feeling refreshed from the car Air-conditioning,you sat down right by the door finding a comfortable position.As you slowly calm down,as you could see the time of right now 3:30pm.

The whole car ride was rather more so quiet than so.The driver would tried to encourage you into having a small talk but you weren’t in any good mood to actually talk.

You just stared attentively at the window and watching the buildings pass by.You silently regretted not getting those trackers you saw online before.You wonder how’s your baby girl was doing.Was she even enjoying herself.

both Sukuna and nova were both very much enjoying their day,with so Sukuna and nova were arguing about which Superhero has a better outfit and-

Knowing Sukuna he wouldn’t want to admit defeat to a child at best and with nova the same thing but instead of saying over and over repeatedly like how other kids do.She says ‘you know whatever your too old to know what looks good on people,Spider-Man suit is still better then Batman’.

which Sukuna grunts in annoyance and replies back,‘That fucking outfit is just a mixture of fucked up goodwills donations mix together to make that suit,brat’.

nova look at Sukuna with a your tiny hand sticking the middle finger at him ‘Batman look like he collects black bed sheets from homes to make his suits’ Sukuna just grumble and just stick his middle finger back at him completely unbothered with people around them.Sukuna hiding himself with a hat he brought from a stores.

(You) The car was finally pulling off to a stop.

You glance up to see the mall come into view through your window, with the Uber driver informing you that you had arrived to the destination.You mutter a small 'finally' under your breath as you unclick the seatbelt.

You thank them for everything and walked into the large mall entrance,seeing how there were a bunch of people walking around,and you sigh defeated,It was going to take you some time to find nova.

Advancing inside the mall,hearing a couple of people talking about how their excited to see or meet Sukuna. You swear that if Sukuna went somewhere else you’ll fucking kill him.You walking into the elevator with other people joining as you get out your phone and open instagram to see if any update or anything.But nothing.You exit the elevator when it hit your destination. Which was the final floor of this mall.

You take a deep breath as you come to terms with the fact that you would have to walk around searching for her. After all the mall was pretty big and you were just one person in the middle of a huge crowd. You started walking around through the crowd of people, looking around at every corner of every store and section hoping to see even a glimpse of your daughter. Nothing so far. But you knew not to lose hope.

You probably look like a paranoid person who thinks there are stalkers following them. It doesn’t matter,You turn your eyes at every angle,seeking to see a glimpse of a pink headed girl or a tattooed man.Your lips straight staying still,your eyes hard and sharp.Walking into every store for a little bit while and staring for a few minutes before leaving and walking slowly to look through the hallways for nova or him.

Some people look at you with apologetic looks or confusion stares at you through out the way.You check the whole top floor and nothing.Not a damn pink haired around.You clenched your hand until they become white.You close your eyes and let out a heavy sigh of frustration.

Its going to take you fucking hours before you going to find her.

You can't help but curse under your breath in frustration as you search around.

So many people, yet no sign of your daughter or Sukuna. Hours ticked by as you searched every inch of the mall, your frustration growing with each passing minute.

You start to doubt whether you'll even find them at this rate. The thought of your daughter in danger or scared drives you to keep searching, determined not to give up.

After wandering aimlessly and asking around, your hope was starting to dwindle. Every corner and every shop you checked was the same - no sign of them. You can't help but feel a sense of despair creeping in.

There were just too many places to search and too many people to ask. You tried to stay positive, hoping that they were just somewhere you hadn't looked yet, but deep down, you knew the truth: they might be gone, gone elsewhere.

You felt too frustrated to even think about another place to go or even go on your phone to open instagram. You open your phone went through your messages to check your recent message, but you recall these messages from his employees or whoever so call.

After scrolling through the most latest blocked number with the same message to find that stupid phone number that has been messaging you constantly and just figured to just ring a call.Hoping that whoever on the line will answer. Tapping your foot on the ground as people walk past you,or bumped into you and saying sorry or don’t you didn’t care at the moment.As you hear that beep beep beep sound frustrating you with your patience after a few minutes,It finally answered.

Your breath let out a breathe that seemed like your body needed it.You cup your phone into your ear,hearing a sound through the phone.

“hello?” You announced,while walking towards a place in the mall where it was silent enough for you to hear the other side clearly.

No one answer in the other line,making you think that maybe that this idea was hopeless and stupid.

“hello..?” You answered again.And that time you heard someone on the other line speak.

“hello” Uraume said with professionalism. “I’m completely sorry for leaving you on the line like that,Ms.(____)” They said with a gently and steady voice.They knew your name and it should have bothered you but As a mother it your kid that comes first. “Listen here,You and your fuck ass boss took my daughter out without my god damn permission and listen I won’t tell anyone about this or report you guys but just give me my daughter back,and tell Sukuna-“ You breathe out and breathe in as you continue on.

“-that what his ass is doing ISNT doing anything but getting on my nerves and anger issues” You said with a sort of a desperate tone but fully lanced with anger and frustration spilling out of your body.

The end of the other line,whoever it was held the phone up to the ear and grunted and then heavy sigh followed by a mutter ‘Oh my goodness,fucking ryoman’ it made you slightly less angry.

“Um yes Ms.(___) I’ll tell him that myself and I’ll tell him that You would love to see your daughter back,I’ll hope you have a great day Ms.(___)”Uraume replied with a calmy voice that made your worry sort of disappeared for the moment. “Okay then please send me an update about her please” You said with your word being final word,as uraume hummed in response as you ended the call.You turned off your phone.

You put your phone back in your pocket, feeling an immense sense of relief that you were in contact with someone who knew where your daughter was.

Uraume's calm demeanor had helped to alleviate some of your worries for now, but you couldn't shake the feeling that you wouldn't feel truly at ease until you had Nova back safely.

You decided to take a moment to sit down and collect your thoughts, feeling slightly better knowing that they were aware that you wanted your daughter back.

Meanwhile you were that the mall,Sukuna and nova were in his car driving to an arcade after having brought nova multiple items at different stores. Sukuna could feel a headache coming as Nova played her music blast through his car's speakers. He had tried multiple times to turn it off, only for her to turn it back on again. He had begrudgingly given up, resigned to listening to Taylor Swift for the whole car ride.

Nova, meanwhile, was having the time of her life. She was happily singing and bopping her head along to the music, completely oblivious to Sukuna's mounting annoyance. She was thrilled to be playing her music in his car, even if it did annoy him.

Sukuna extended his right hand to turn off the speaker and quickly began talking.

“How about we listen to something with real value instead of this bull crap” He said without nova permission and just grab his phone back from nova laps and then go to his Spotify playlist and play on something that doesn’t have a lot of curses or sexual themes in it,which was bit difficult but he decided on ‘Ms.Jackson’ by OutKast.

As nova turned her head towards him with a pout,Her tiny hands trying to turn off the speaker. “Why would you turn of-“Sukuna hush her and as the music started to began playing making nova scoff out loud,rolling her eyes as she sit down and actually listen to it.

After a few seconds he glances at her to see her bobbing her head repeatedly,that sight makes him bluff with a sly smirk going on place of his lips. As he driving smoothly and stop at the red light,and singing to it.As nova tried her best to company him with singing the lyrics.But right before it started the ‘sorry,Ms.jackson’ part his phone rang off. His had two phones one for his work and the other for him,The one that rang was his work one.

He sighed in frustration as his phone rang, interrupting him and Nova's singing. He picked up the phone and saw that it was Uraume calling.

"Yeah?" he answered, his tone being his usual stern voice but lanced with a mix of annoyance and irritation.

They sighed over the phone as they heard the music playing in the background of car,and if they focus on the background a little more then they could hear nova little child like voice singing.

“The lady you requested me to text everyday has called me about five minutes ago asking you to bring back her daughter and if you like to hear our conversation then I already sended it to you sir” Uraume said professionally and steady.Sometimes making him hate how calm they were when stuff happens.

He immediately ended the call and started listening to the voice-mail. He could feel his lips turning up in a sly smirk as he heard the your voice on the other side of the phone. The way he knew that this wasnt the best idea of getting you to a agree on the deal.Huffing out a laugh,at least he got to meet his daughter even though he knew that she wouldn’t know that his is her father.

He quickly type back to uraume,sending them the address of the arcade his was going and continue the drive to the arcade with nova hearing or bopping her head down at his music playlist.Having at time to skip it the song cuz one he does not want to explain anything about sexual or anything to a child.

Sukuna finally arrived at the arcade and went to the parking lot and found a parking spot.

Nova notice how Mr pinky hair was rather more quiet and dazing off,after talking with someone on his phone and his face was looking like Batman face when he goes to fight bad guys.

But quickly forgot when she saw the arcade entrance before they got to the parking lot.

He got out of the car and walked around to the other side to open Nova’s for her. Sukuna leaned on the car watching her eyes widen and fill with excitement as she saw the arcade.

He smiled at her reaction before it quickly vanished and his usual stone cold look settled back on his face. He took her hand in his and walked into the arcade, watching her eyes brighten even more as the sound of loud kids and arcade machines filled the air.

Now advanced into the arcade store glancing at the bright colorful that were accompany by multiple music sounds.Nova jumping up and down with excitement as she babbles about how badly she wanted to come here. As Sukuna scoff out in a playful sigh. Here a comes a very Fun time to let out his stress. He gonna break a game for robbing his money off and his would be very stubborn to let it get in his way.

(You) Instead of waiting inside of a damn mall having to deal with a company of hundreds people around,you decide to go out of their and see that the sky was now turning into it fucking orangey glow.Frustrated enough that you unconsciously started to clutching down on your hands and knees tapping furiously on the ground.

You were constantly checking your phone and to waste time while your out of the mall you would walk back from one point to another point.Walking through the sidewalks passing people.

You were gawking the gound you walked,glaring at it as if it was the cause of making you anger.

You really missed your baby,god she made you feel so good about yourself,that you well a good mother.All you wanted to do was hug her and pull her into a bear hug.Seeing her little birth marks that was under her eyes bags.

She was your little alarm clock in the weekends when all you want to do is sleep.But seeing her big (your color choice) widened up with such an amazing well trained puppy eyes that you can’t resist saying ‘no’,no matter how hard you try.

And her beautiful giggles that would definitely make your heart melt from all this anxiety and frustration off you. No-one told you told that taking care of a child is as exhausting as it is rewarding to do.

You finally understood the feeling of those mother that overwhelmed their child safety.Because right now you were worrying about what the heck is Sukuna teaching her or talking to her about.It better not be about sex or how many times he had a night stand he having or even how many drinks he may of have whatever may be the case.God! It was 5:00 clock on the dot on your phone.Your phone was about to died,it was on 24% and your shoulder slightly down as you see an unknown message texted you right on 5:01 on the dot. As you quickly opened your phone standing in the middle of the Side walk not giving a damn shit about the people who were as tried as you and just want to go home. You press on the text message to see that they really did update you on them…very fucking slowly but surely at least they didn’t left you open handed.The only reason you called these people was because you had already removed Sukuna phone number from your phone and other apps.

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****-‘ This is the phone number that you recently gave a call to.I have received information from his sir that there at this location xxxxx.If you’ll like me to pick you up,then please send me your address and I’ll try to get third at a approximately 10 or 5 minutes later.Thanks for waiting patiently Ms (___)’. *Delivered 3 seconds ago.* and read*

—————

You didn’t have the time nor the energy to wait for an extra minute for them to pick you up,and so you just copy the location of where nova was.And went on Uber and didn’t even look at the price of the damn thing and quickly ordered the car to their location.

He continued walking through the arcade, with an amused smirk on his lips as he noticed a few people occasionally glancing his way as they passed by. Some gasping as they take another look at him,since he was wearing a cap finding some what of his face features.

Nova was still excitedly babbling away about various things, her grip on his hand tight and unwavering. Despite the loud and chaotic environment of the arcade, Sukuna's attention was focused solely on the small girl next to him.

In the arcade Sukuna was quietly watching Nova run around and check out the various games, occasionally glancing up at the clock on the wall.While paying attention to nova speeches.

It was around 7pm and he knew you should be here by now but he couldn't help but wonder what would you say to him,maybe yell at him like the last time.He was so used to your old kind self,then your now self but people change.He shake his thought and focus on nova.

Nova had been having the time of her life, giggling and squealing as they played arcade games together, and Sukuna found himself slighty smiling as he watched her.

There was a small part of him that was curious about whether or not you’ll actually agree with the deal.His mouth just let out a scoff as he was reminded of the voice call with his assistant.

Yea no.

As Sukuna was lost in thought, Nova called out to him and tugged on his sleeve. "Mr pinky hair, can I play that game too?" she asked, pointing at a game that was clearly for teenagers and above. Sukuna glanced down at her and raised an eyebrow, not sure if he should let her play.

"That one's for older kids," he replied, shaking his head. "You're not old enough to play games like that."

Nova pouted and with her eyes furrowed down. "But I want to play too! It looks fun!"

Sukuna chuckled at her eagerness Rolling his eyes at her. "Trust me, you don't want to play that game. It's not as fun as it looks."

Nova frowned, crossing her arms in annoyance. "How do you know? Have you played it?" she challenged.

Sukuna huff out in bluffs.. "Maybe I have. And trust me, you're not missing out on anything. It's just a bunch of buttons flashing on a screen." 

Nova blows raspberry before talking again. He look at her with a big old eye roll,he hates kids,yet here he is with a cap on covering his tattooed face and in a arcade with his own daughter who has no clue that he was her father.

“Ughh,fine but can I do that one,please” Nova added as she points her finger out onto a dance floor machine with the foot pads show arrows on them with colorful patterns 

Sukuna scoff and nods,that makes nova smile radiating and runs towards over there.’She gonna get tired from all of this’ muttered sukuna.

Walking right behind nova quickly from his legs taking long steps.

Sukuna couldn't help but laugh as Nova clumsily tripped over her own feet only to quickly recover and keep going.

 "Jezz kiddo if I hadn’t thought that you were going to trip for a second I would’ve died laughing rightfully at you face planting in the ground" he tease his voice lance with a mixture of sarcasm,following closely behind her. 

"You're going to hurt your precious little mama face she worked so hard to give you if you keep stumbling around like that."

Nova just stuck her tongue out at him. "I'm fine, I'm fine.Pinky Batman,and plus mommy will always love me even if I get hurt. .I just got excited!," she shouts over her shoulder;her focus now completely on the dance game. He rolled his eyes as he stood back and watched her figure out the controls.

The dance game machine lit up with flashing lights as Nova selected a song and the music started playing. 

She hesitantly stepped onto the platform and pressed the start button. She began to move her feet on the various arrow pads.

Sukuna watched her as she stumbled and hopped around, trying to follow the instructions. 

He suppressed a laugh at her uncoordinated movements, but couldn’t help but find her determination a bit charming.

Nova’s movements were clumsy, but she was clearly enjoying herself. 

She stumbled and laughed as she accidentally missed some of the steps, but she kept going, determined to finish the song. 

Meanwhile, Sukuna stood to the side, shaking his head slightly at her antics, but also finding himself oddly endeared by her enthusiasm.

He can almost see your smile in nova eyes.That was a definite one.If there was anything that your genes fought against his was the color of your eyes;everything else gotten his.

But he can only remember the looks of sadness when you cross his mind.Only moment that was stuck in his head was the last time he saw you. 

It made him sighs and pissed at himself.Now really thinking. He probably going to be seeing an angry side of you.

But that for later.

Nova jumps in excitement and exhaustion to finally to beat the dancing game.She turned around to look at Sukuna with happiness and pride,while panting And sweat drip down her face.As she points at the score board lighting the colorful light on her face. 

“Look Pink Hair!! See!! I did it! I beat The game!!” Nova yelled out loudly with enthusiasm,Walking with a hop in her steps.

Sukuna Scoffed out a simple chuckle.A smile appear on his lips but quickly disappeared from his face. 

“Amazing Stuff out there kiddo” He responded with Light voice instead of his usual cold tone. 

Nova is now standing infront of him with a radiant smile,like the one in the dream.As he watches her rise her hand up high,making him slightly puzzled by her actions. 

She looks at him with a smile that was now turning looking at him with confusion.”What taking you so long to give me a High five” She said a little judgmental. 

Making Sukuna feel stupid not knowing.

“Woah your old,pink hair”Nova spoke out her mind. “Shut it punk” Sukuna replied as he gave her the high five back to her. 

Nova just laughs in loud cheers.Sukuna rubs his temples in annoyance,but not as much. 

“Pinky hair  can we try more games!” Nova joyful smiled at him. And now sukuna dont know if this is a sign of her being tried,but just from the look at nova; she seem more enthusiastic and energetic than coming here. 

sukuna looked at the time and his work phone.    It was rounding 9pm  ‘i just need to get nova  tired enough so we can go,or wait for you. .It wouldnt take too long.mhm’ sukuna told to himself.As he sigh and shrugged off.

“…sure why not kiddo” nova screamed as she runs off to another game. Sukuna following right after her easily.

(you)

You were this close to jumping into the driver’s seat just to make the damn car move faster than the snail pace this ancient excuse for a driver was maintaining.

You gritted your teeth as the car came to a complete stop—again—for what had to be the fiftieth time. The light was green, green, but he still stopped to let people cross the street like it was his personal mission to waste your time!!!

You dragged your hands down your face with a loud, frustrated sigh.

“Oh my God,” you muttered, low and deadly. “This old man has to hold a world record for slowest Fucking driver alive.”

Your patience had worn out about thirty minutes ago, and your body felt like it was vibrating with exhaustion and frustration.

Maybe you should’ve said yea to when the old man said if you wanted to head a story but no You were tired.

Not just physically—deeply, emotionally drained. And what was supposed to be a two-hour ride had become a test from hell because now, the sun was gone. The sky had dipped into night, and the soft orange hues had faded into a dark indigo canvas.

The headlights flashed across the road, but this man still couldn’t go over 20 mph. You clenched your fists so hard your knuckles ached. Your teeth were on the edge of turning to powder from grinding so hard.

You should’ve checked the ride details. If you had seen he was pushing eighty, you would’ve canceled the second it confirmed.

The map said you were ten minutes away. But it felt like you were stuck in an endless loop.

Your mind drifted back to Nova. Your baby. The only reason you didn’t cancel this entire trip and lock yourself inside your apartment for the weekend.

And then—finally.

The lights of the arcade cut through the darkness like a beacon.

“Thank God.” You exhaled, pushing the door open before the car even fully stopped.

The building was still lit up, flashing with neon pinks and electric blues, standing out in the quiet, dark street. You could hear faint sounds of machines and laughter leaking from inside.

As you approached the doors, you spotted a teenager with black hair peeking through the glass. You barely registered them. Your eyes, your mind, your everything was laser-focused on one goal: get in, get Nova, and leave.

You pushed the door open and walked into a rush of noise and color. Lights bounced off the walls. The chaotic melody of buttons, clinks, and muffled cheers filled your ears—but none of that mattered.

The constant loud trends of music filling each surface.

What hit you harder than the atmosphere was the anxiety.

It spread in your chest, like smoke curling into your lungs.

You’re fine, you told yourself.

But your body knew better. Your heart knew better.

Your mind, however, it didn’t stay quiet.

I’m scared of him… Five years have passed, and I still can’t forget how he left me. I don’t want to face him—

“No. Stop it. I’m here for Nova. Just Nova,” you hissed under your breath, pinching the bridge of your nose until your eyes burned.

You wandered through the first floor, weaving between kids and teens, searching for pink hair, that familiar birthmark—your girl.

After climbing the stairs and navigating a few tight arcade aisles, you heard it.

A laugh. Light and bubbly.

You froze. The sound pulled something out of you. Something fragile.

There she was.

Nova, pink hair bouncing, cheeks flushed, giggling uncontrollably.

And beside her… Him.

Black hat pulled low. Hood up. Sunglasses despite being inside. He could’ve been a stranger—except you knew. Instantly.

Your feet stopped working. Your throat went dry. Your heart twisted painfully in your chest.

Because right there, in front of you, was a future your younger self would’ve died for.

“Please don’t l-leave me,” your past self had begged once. “P-please…”

And he’d looked you dead in the eyes. Crimson red, cold as winter. Yet a color like those shouldve have been warm enough to melt someone yet it did was hurt you.

“I think it’s better if we break up.”

Just like that. He let go of your hand, turned his back, and walked away like it cost him nothing.

That memory struck like lightning.

Your heart pounded in your chest, echoing in your ears. Your jaw tightened as the storm built inside you. You squeezed your eyes shut and whispered inside your mind:

No. I’m not that girl anymore. I’m stronger. I have to be. He doesn’t deserve us. He never did.

You opened your eyes—just in time to see Nova spot you.

Her whole face lit up like the arcade lights had nothing on her.

“MOMMY!”

She ran, full speed. You barely got to your knees before she crashed into you.

The breath left your lungs. Her tiny arms wrapped around you like she was trying to hold the whole world.

You hugged her tighter, tighter than you meant to, but she didn’t complain. You could feel the sweat on her skin, the warmth of her body, and none of it mattered because—God—you missed her.

She was your light. The only reason you made it through. The only reason you kept going.

You were lost in thought,just enjoying the moment with nova.Until,you heard nova voice with excitement,as she remove herself politely from your embrace. 

Her smile never flatter while she speaks in a cheerful tone. Making your lips rise up in a soft smile;listening to what nova has to say.

Nova pulled back slightly, still smiling wide. “Oh! Mommy—I forgot to tell you! That mister said he knows you! Isn’t that amazing?!”

Your heart sank.

You didn’t have to look to know who she was pointing at.

You did anyway.

He was staring at you.

Expression unreadable. Eyes locked in. That same red stare that once saw right through you.

The lights cast him in a surreal glow, and for a moment, the world felt heavy. Like gravity was pulling harder between you two.His crimson eyes glow in darkness,as his face shine in the rainbow lighting room. Perfectly laying on top of his well structured face.His stern expression eyes set on your face. 

Your spine tensed. Your jaw locked.

You ripped your gaze from him and looked down at Nova. Forced a smile onto your face.

You didnt want to sound like a bitch and say ‘yea that man is fucking the father that left you and me for five years’ or ‘That man; nova is the what you call a dickhead and a good for nothing heartbreaker.’

But of course that would not be the word you’ll say in front of a child and so you grumble.

“Yeah… Mister and I go… way back,” you said, voice wobbling near the end.

You didn’t mean to make “Mister” sound like a threat, but it came out that way anyway.

Nova, clueless and happy, giggled.

The silence that followed between you and Sukuna felt suffocating. He was still staring. You could feel it. The way he always did—like he was trying to see your soul.

He finally looked away.

‘What was i thinking that she’ll agree to the idea’. His mind spoke.

He exhaled sharply, expression tight. His eyes said nothing. But something beneath them—regret?—flickered.

Sukuna cant helped but sigh and turned around,his back facing them as walking down the hallway towards the exit.

Seeing you was already making himself feel more like shit, the tried expression on your face, eyes filled with eyesbags, hair messy and sweat already buliding up.

You definitely have changed from all those years ago.

You watched him disappear, hoodie up, hat low. But you couldn’t look away.

Even as Nova talked beside you, telling you what they played, what she ate—you couldn’t stop staring after him.

you couldn’t help but click your tongue.

‘Old habits die hard,i guess- i can’t belive he wanted me to use him?’

You sigh in disbelief. Your jaw clenched with hidden anger.

But while you were looking at him,you didn’t notice that nova noticed how you werent looking at her nor focused on what she was saying but instead your eyes were staring at him.

“Nova!” you shouted, running after her. “What are you doing?!”

You caught sight of her as she reached him—just before he stepped down the stairs to the first floor. She yanked on his jacket.

“Mister! Why are you leaving us?!”

Her voice cracked. Confusion, hurt. That childlike honesty hit harder than any scream.

Sukuna froze.

His shoulders tensed. For a second, he didn’t move. Just breathed. Slow. Heavy.He shouldn’t feel like this,but his teeth grind against as he remembered how he used to act helpless when he was a child. 

Breathing to calm himself down,before he made another mistake.

He’d always shut down when things got hard. Even back then.

But Nova pulled again, harder this time.

And he turned.

His crimson eyes looked down at her—this little girl with his blood and your soul. Full of fire, full of love.

“Pinky hair!!” she huffed, stomping a tiny foot. “You didn’t even say hi to Mommy! MEANIE!”

Sukuna let out a low chuckle, raspy and soft. He ruffled her hair.

“Ah—my bad. I forgot,” he said, voice low. “Since your mom’s here, I’ll send the stuff later.”

Your breath caught.

In that moment, you saw it. All of it.

How much she looked like him. The laugh. The stubborn glint in her eye.

And how she glowed. Like he brought a part of her to life you hadn’t seen in a long time.

He wasn’t done.

“Besides,” he added, flashing a small smirk. “Now I don’t gotta worry about your clumsy ass getting hurt—with your mom here to babysit.”

Nova rolled her eyes so hard you nearly laughed. Then she raised her hand, signaling for him to bend down.

You stood still, trying to form words—any words. But nothing came.

Sukuna bent down, his face now level with Nova's, and he listened to her as she whispered into his ear. He couldn't help but notice your expression as he did so, his eyes locking onto yours. Your

The expression on your face was clear. You were still in shock from the events that just went down, and his playful banter with Nova did nothing to help the tension in your chest.

‘That wasnt the cold hearted man from before—not the man that destroyed you like you were an ant— because right there was something new’ Your mind banter with your thoughts.

His eyes met yours, and in that moment, you could see him studying your reaction, the way your heart was hammering in your chest. Nova whispered something in his ear, and he turned back to her, ruffling her hair once more.

As she giggled and swatted his hand away, he stood back up to his full height, his gaze falling back on you once more.

Then he stood, taller than you remembered.

His eyes lingered on yours.

You looked away.

“Nov—” you started.

“Mommy,” she cut you off quickly. “Can I see him again? Please? And again and again and again?”

Her voice was sweet, high with hope. It made your heart wince.

The one thing you didn’t want to deal with. Not now.

But it was late. And Uber would take forever. And the streets after dark?

Nova wrapped around your leg again.

“Please, Mommy…” she whined, voice barely a whisper.

Her eyes did that thing. That wide-eyed, chubby-cheek, heart-melting thing.You remember of how much joy she had in her eyes when you saw her. Something that you wanted to give her. A childhood she deserves—a chance. . .

And in your head, his words echoed again—

“Use me, then.”

You looked down at her. Then back at him.

And thought.

Should I? …Should I accept that offer to use him?

Nova kept tugging at your sleeve, eyes wide with innocent excitement. She had no idea what she was asking. No idea what it meant for you to say yes.

To let him in. Again.

To let him near the little girl who carried your heart in her tiny hands.

But she was looking at you like you held the universe. Like you could make everything okay with just one word.

And Sukuna?

He wasn’t pushing. He wasn’t smirking like the cocky bastard he used to be.

No. He was waiting.

A quiet patience in his red eyes. Like he knew what this meant for you.

Like, for once, he wouldn’t push you.

Your breath trembled as you exhaled.

You hated him.

You loved Nova.

And maybe, just maybe, you were tired of carrying everything alone.

So you swallowed, looked him dead in the eye, and spoke.

“…Fine.”

As she look at nova but more importantly at sukuna knowing he understands the underlying of her words.

It was quiet. Firm.

A promise.

You stared at him. He stared back.

Neither of you blinked.

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summary: your father forces you last minute to attend a meeting with him to get you out of the house and you meet a certain someone who wants to give the spoiled girl a try.

tw; nothing really, he calls you mama, he lowk a simp, flaunts his money too😒, daddy’s girl, spoiled yn, just be aware ig

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“Y/N please come down, it’s time to leave” your father yells up the stairs, and you rush to tie your heels up. Your father knew you took long to get ready so you don’t know why the hell he trying to rush you now when he only let you know of this event a few hours ago.

That was one of the things your father did that you didn’t like much and he was quick to apologize and get you a gift knowing you wanted to look your best in front of other people,he couldn’t tell his lovely daughter no. You were his pride and joy being the only girl out of 2 children. Your older brother long gone a few hours away with your lovely sister in law and your niece.(who you could argue is more spoiled than you)

So now you’re here in the blacked out car with your dad going to some random business party that you didn’t even wanna be at but at least you’ve got your card(your dads card) so you can sit and online shop while your father mingles with his partners.

You sit there scrolling on Amazon just adding things you think are cute to your cart, not even caring to look to into the details. Daddy will handle that, you think to yourself as you add a new vanity to the cart. You’re just scrolling through things when you hear someone mumbling in your ear

“You sure are a spoiled little girl aren’t you?” You look up startled to see a man that should be described as nothing BUT sexy. Tattoos adorning he lights lined body grillz and chains glistening short black hair and he was looking just SO good. But that was besides the point, why was he all up in ya phone?

“An you sure are nosey” you go back to scrolling on your phone now having had moved on to another store until you feel him sit next to you and you try to ignore him but you can feel his eyes grazing over your outfit, you’re about to speak up but he’s quick to interrupt.

“I’m Constance but you can call me Connie , and you are?” He’s not mumbling anymore and you’re pretty sure you hear a little accent but you’re not sure from what.

You look up at him from your phone and introduce yourself but that’s not enough for him, he wants to get to know you. You look pretty, smell good, and got an attitude. His favorite mix. You guys talk for a bit, mostly trying to get to know each other and flirting a bit till he asks a certain question.

“Let me take you out mama”

You actually let out a chuckle at that because there was no way In hell he wanted to fuck with you. You’re too expensive and hard to deal with, you know this for a fact because your brother makes sure to tell you every other day on the phone how you and his daughter make flies come out his wallet.

“You can’t handle me” you say smirking at him and his eyes darken and he’s quick to retort “I’m pretty sure I can handle a little girl like you.” And you scoff cause who tf he calling little?? Ain’t nun lil bout you. “Tuh show me then.” He hands you his phone and you put your number in but he looks confused and excite out and goes to show u other apps.

He goes from cash app, to a regular bank, to a bank you’ve never heard of and then still pulls a wad of cash out of his pocket. “I’m pretty sure I can handle you pretty.” And you can’t help but smile a little bit. “We’ll see Constance.” “I said you can call me connie”

“I know.” You chose to call him by his government because why not try to get under his skin? You look up to see your father coming towards you two and you sit up straight and smile “hey dad!” You start hoping and praying that he says it’s time to go home so you can plot.

“Hi baby girl, are you ready to go?” And you nod your head but go to introduce your father and Connie and they shake hands, you give Connie a side hug as you prepare to leave.

You and your father get to the car and you both slide into the back and he’s quick to start questioning you “so is he your boyfriend?” And you’re quick to say no. You only just met him an hour ago, he was NOT your boyfriend.

the rest of the ride was silent after your father basically played 21 questions. you just chill texting some of your friends and watching instagram reels til a text pops up on your phone.

you had to think for a second about that. did you want to lie and say you had plans or just tell him nothing? you take a second to decide and choose to tell the truth.

you just decide to leave him on read since your ride pulls up to your house. you and your father get out and he asks you what you want for dinner so he can order it and you tell him then quickly get upstairs.

you get to your room and open the door and are hit my a breeze. damn! you always leave that fan on to make sure you don’t get hit but it’s cold as a motherfucka in here.

you go to your closet and pick out some pijamas and go into your bathroom. you turn on the shower and wait for it to get hot and you step in.

you wash your body and just think. did you really wanna go on this date with connie? you know if you were to get hurt your father would handle the situation, so that wasn’t a worry.

you were worried about yourself, you didn’t want yourself to fall for him just cause he makes you feel nice and can give you butterflies. he could be just live everybody else.

but he might not be. it wouldn’t hurt to give him a chance and by now you already know what to look out for. so you turn off the shower and go out to your room.

you grab your shea butter and body oils, to lotion yourself and get dressed. as soon as you’re done, you decide to text connie back.

you can’t help but smirk to yourself in anticipation of what was to come tomorrow. you were gonna enjoy this

[servndipityz]

i loved the thing you wrote about nam-gyu so much it was amazing 😭 i think it was a lot more realistic to his character, i hate how people write him as some sort of evil monster with no sympathy at all. if you could write a part two or maybe (sorry for the weird request) write a fic where he finds you hurt during the lights out fight and offers to help fix you up that would be great

sorry if this seems demanding or anything. again, love your work, have a great day/night! 💕

a/n ── WHATT!! thank you so much you're so nice😭😭 it isn't a weird request at all, as soon as i read it i got sooo excited. im a sucker for the tending wounds trope tbh i had a field day w this one, i took some liberties lmao. i must say though, i'm not loving how it turned out, i don't think i did it justice😞

BLOODSTAINED

warnings ── blood, injury, general squid game themes

word count ── 2k

it had all happened too fast. the screams had jolted you awake in the middle of the night, but even then, you’d struggled to register where you were, let alone process what was happening around you.

but it hadn’t taken long to figure out—it was a fight. a bad one. a group of players had decided to take matters into their own hands, killing anyone who stood in their way.

you sprung up from your bed, eyes struggling to adjust to the dim light. shadows darted back and forth, figures moving too fast to make sense of. the screams of pain filled the room so completely that they drowned out everything else, and the now-familiar stench of blood was already thick in the air.

frantically, you searched for thanos, se-mi, or even nam-gyu, but they were nowhere to be seen. the chaos, mostly concentrated on the left side of the room, was now spreading in your direction.

some men had started climbing the bunk beds. in the flickering light, you caught the sharp gleam of a broken bottle clutched in one of their hands—just before he drove it into an innocent woman who hadn’t even managed to get out of bed.

you didn't have time to think. you didn't have time to look for anyone—you had to run. hide.

jumping off your mattress, you started leaping from one bed to another. you were pretty sure you were stepping on people, but their screams blended into the others. finally, you made it out of the bed structure, feet hitting the cool floor as you tried to ground yourself.

words crackled through the loudspeakers. the lights flickered on and off. all around you, people were running in every direction. you kept moving, trying to make it to one of the corners where you'd be safer—until you fell.

maybe you’d tripped over your own feet, or maybe over nothing at all, but either way, you hit the ground hard, the air knocked from your lungs.

you gasped, tried to push yourself up, but it was too late. in the brief flash of the lights, you saw him—a man standing over you, gripping what looked like a broken bed frame rod. before you could move, he swung.

but you were fast. you threw up a stumbling arm just in time, blocking the blow before it could slam into your head. still, the jagged edge sliced into your forearm, pain searing through you as the force sent you crashing back against a bed.

you hit the ground again. this time, as you struggled to rise, the man lifted the rod high, ready to deliver the final blow.

it all happened in a matter of seconds. the blow you were expecting never came—a silver bullet tore through the man's head instead, clean and deadly. as he crumpled to the ground, you barely had time to process it before your eyes darted to where the shot had come from. the armed pink guards were flooding into the room, shooting at anything that moved.

soon, the screams were drowned out by gunfire. but before you could be seen, someone grabbed you. an arm yanked you under the nearest bed, a hand locking around your waist as you struggled.

you almost kicked them—until you realized they weren’t trying to hurt you. whoever had pulled you under was keeping you hidden, making sure you weren’t caught in the guards' line of fire.

"stop fucking moving!" the voice hissed.

the moment you recognized it, you might as well have been shot.

your body went limp. "nam-gyu?" you almost shouted.

you couldn’t see him, only feel him—his body pressed behind yours, bigger, solid. his grip still tight on your waist, his breath hot against the back of your neck.

"yeah, who did you think?" he whisper-shouted, like your incredulity somehow annoyed him. but it was strange—he’d shown nothing but disdain toward you in the days prior, constantly pestering you for joining thanos' team. still, something about the way he said it was strange—like he was rattled too. like he hadn't planned on this.

you opened your mouth, but the last gunshot cut you off.

"players must return to their beds now." the friendly voice from the loudspeakers rang out, disturbingly unaffected—like dozens of people hadn’t just died right then and there.

no one moved. the room stayed eerily silent as the guards methodically packed the bodies into those present-shaped caskets and filed out. then, the lights went out again.

you swallowed hard, feeling nam-gyu's chest rise and fall slowly behind you. he hadn't let go. the space between you was barely space at all, just the thin fabric of your tracksuits. his fingers still curled at your waist, like he'd forgotten to release them.

for a moment, everything remained still. then, the quiet shuffling began—people creeping out of their hiding spots, returning to their beds, or to any bed that wasn’t entirely soaked in blood.

"what are you waiting for?" nam-gyu tapped your hip impatiently, and you shifted to crawl out from under the bed. as you pushed yourself up with your arm, a sharp pain shot through you, forcing a wince from your lips.

you glanced down—and that’s when you saw the blood. dark red, running along your forearm, dripping onto the ground. the wound didn’t look deep, but it was long, the skin already turning a sickly purple. worse than how it looked, though, was how much it hurt.

nam-gyu had already stood up, looking down at you.

"you're welcome—" he started, voice laced with sarcasm, but then his eyes landed on your arm.

"shit," you muttered, still staring at the injury.

he huffed before grabbing your good arm and yanking you up onto your feet.

you yelped at the sudden movement, clutching your injured arm. "hey, man! can't you see i'm—"

"sit down." he jerked his chin toward the nearest bed. you hesitated, grimacing. "are you deaf? c’mon."

and when he grabbed the sheets from one of the nearby beds, tearing at the fabric, you finally complied. whatever he had in mind, for once, it didn’t seem like he had bad intentions

you watched as he started ripping the fabric into smaller strips, his lip caught between his teeth in concentration.

you and nam-gyu had had a weird kind of relationship ever since the games started. joining thanos’ team had been both a blessing and a curse. on one hand, you had a group—a good one at that. on the other, you had to deal with nam-gyu, who, for some strange reason, seemed to have it out for you.

he’d pester you all day, only to steal your jacket at night and use it as a blanket when he thought no one was looking. he’d call you every name under the sun, yet still kept you close, casting glances at you during every game. you didn’t think you’d ever understand him. not at all.

and even less now, when he kneeled down to be eye level with you, now sitting on the bed.

"your arm," he said. for a moment, as you looked into his eyes, you almost forgot you were bleeding everywhere. stupidly, you glanced down at your arm before extending it to him.

he raised his hand to hold your wrist, his touch surprisingly gentle. the cold of his fingers sent a shiver through you, but his grasp remained steady as he inspected the wound. he tried to maneuver your arm toward him, but his position was awkward, your knees getting in the way.

he glanced at them, then back up at you, his face still serious.

you realized what he wanted.

slowly, reminding yourself that he was just trying to help, you parted your legs slightly, giving him more space.

he shifted between them, your thighs now on either side of him, closer than before. the warmth of him, the press of him—it was impossible to ignore.

finally, he took the strips of fabric he’d torn and carefully began tying them around your arm, trying to stop the bleeding.

the dim light barely reached the corners of the room, but your eyes had adjusted. you could see every freckle on his face, every bead of sweat on his forehead, every curve of his nose.

his breath was steady, but you weren’t sure yours was.

when he tightened a strip a little too hard, you yelped, quickly biting back the sound. last thing you needed was to look weak in front of him.

he stilled, watching you for a moment, his gaze unreadable. you huffed, suddenly feeling small under it.

"you didn't have to do this, you know," you muttered, trying to sound tough.

he shook his head, his eyes still locked on yours. "do you always have to be such a bitch?" his words were sharp, cutting, but his hands remained gentle as he worked, his fingers brushing against your skin as he secured the bandage. "i saved your life twice. you could at least say thank you."

you rolled your eyes, biting back a wince as he tugged at the bandage. "my hero," you muttered. sure, he'd helped you—but saving your life was a stretch. he’d put you in just as much danger in the previous games.

"i should've let you fucking die," he said, more to himself than to you. but his hands never faltered, still wrapping another strip of fabric around your arm. and for some reason, something twisted in your chest—something that wasn't just the pain in your forearm.

finally, you exhaled. "fine. thank you."

he didn't look convinced.

“hey.” you shifted slightly, moving your injured arm just enough to make him look at you. “i said thank you.” you held his gaze, then swallowed. “and… sorry for being an asshole.

for a second, he didn’t move. his fingers, which had been adjusting the bandage, stilled against your skin. his grip firm but not forceful, his thumb barely brushing the inside of your wrist.

the way he looked at you, you'd swear he'd smiled. but just as quickly as it came, it vanished.

"does it hurt?" he asked, just when you thought he wouldn’t speak again.

"no." the answer came out before you even thought about it. he paused, his gaze flickering to your face. that look of his—like he already knew you were lying—got on your nerves. when had he suddenly gotten so good at reading you?

"yeah, kinda," you corrected yourself, looking away.

"happened a lot at the club," he commented, and you remembered him mentioning he used to work at one. you hadn’t thought club promoters had to deal with this kind of thing, but it checked out. "these kinds of injuries. you’ll be fine."

his fingers trailed along your arm as he checked the bandage, slower than before. almost absentminded. “if it doesn’t get infected and you die."

you frowned, but when you looked at him, there was a small smile on his lips. he was joking. you let out an amused chuckle, shaking your head.

he was still holding your arm, but now he moved it toward your chest, pressing it there, his hand brushing against you as he gripped your wrist.

your breath hitched for a moment while looking at him, though you weren’t sure if it was from the sudden pain of your wound being handled or something else. something unfamiliar.

"hold it like this, okay?" his voice was strangely soft as he looked into your eyes. from his position, kneeling between your thighs, he had to tilt his head up slightly, making you see him in a different light.

you nodded, suddenly shy. 

your faces weren’t that far apart—you could feel his breath mix with yours, could see the way his gaze flickered between your eyes. but what struck you most was that there was no hatred behind it. he wasn’t looking at you the way you always thought he did. he didn’t seem so full of disdain after all.

but had he ever? your memory felt hazy. the more you thought about it, the less sure you were.

and the worst part was, he could also tell. your eyes weren’t filled with hatred either. not anymore.

oh god, you must’ve lost a lot of blood to feel the way you were feeling.

"thanks," you muttered at last, smiling.

"it’s fine." he smiled too, just a little. "now stop being nice to me. it’s fucking weird."

© servndipityz 2025 — all rights reserved. do not modify, repost, translate, or plagiarise my content without my permission.

[perrigoaway]

Part 2 to a comic I made a little over a month ago! I was going to make it for white day, but I was a bit late TT see the first part here

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more thoughts beneath the cut, as always!

Hi! so as I said before, im a little late for when I wanted to post this. I realized it was white day a few days ago and thought it would be fun to make a little comic with Apollo's attempt at revenge! I started it ON white day, then I realized there was NO way I was getting it out then whoops! Here it is now >:)

I worked on this and it was actually driving me nuts, I continuously thought "does this comic even make sense at this point?" hopefully it does TT

I do want to say though, I went into this thinking that no matter how I made things, I wanted it to MOSTLY backfire on Apollo TT SORRY APOLLO LOVE YOU TT I just think he would have really odd ideas on how to get back at someone. Like what kind of person steals the shirts out of your closet for revenge? Him, I guess. Or me since I was the one who thought up the idea LMAO. ALSO I think that Klapollo as a ship in general is interesting because, no matter how someone writes them, inherently, they're BOTH just losers. Yet, they both want to be the coolest person ever and sometimes (most of the time) it doesn't work out how they want, especially with Apollo. He wants to be cool so bad but says stuff like "um, hiya..!" He's my favorite little guy, just like me fr

AND shout out to my sisters for helping me to block this out TT my younger sister practically did ALL the work for the second panel, she even drew it out for me initially, so thanks gug <3 @abandonedart

I'm only a little sorry for yapping this time >:)

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Someone New 7

No tag lists. Do not send asks or DMs about updates. Review my pinned post for guidelines, masterlist, etc.

Warnings: this fic will include angst, pining, romcom tropes, and some darker elements later in the series. Some triggers may not be specifically tagged. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This fic will contain explicit content. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You’ve had a crush on your best friend for years, but you’re slapped in the face with reality when he takes things to the next level with his girlfriend.

Characters: Steve Rogers, Thor

Note: I am queuing this so who knows if Im still suffering.

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me.

Your feedback will help in this and future works (and WiPs, I haven’t forgotten those!) Please do not just put ‘more’. I will block you.

I love you all immensely. Take care. 💖

The morning is going splendid. You spilled your coffee and the tea you packed in a thermos, you left on your counter. The realisation doesn’t hit you until you pull up to the site. You huff and hang your head, gripping the steering wheel as you brace yourself for your caffeine withdrawal. 

At least it’s dry. Mostly. As Thor forecast, the rain didn’t come until the night. The steady patter kept you awake, along with that lingering displacement that never quite leaves you. Fatigue is another constant. Your new normal; sleepless nights and sleepy days. 

You get out and set to work. It’s all you can do. It’s all you’ve been doing. Just keep going. It doesn’t matter how, just get it done, get through the day. 

You yawn at your task, brushing digging, oh so gently wiggling the little form. It’s almost out. Almost free. In your eagerness for some progress, you get careless. Your hand slips and the spearhead grazes our palm. Is isn’t until the stinging splits your skin that you realise it’s a slash. 

Damn it, you didn’t put your damned gloves on. 

Great, with the luck you’re having, you’ve just contracted some ancient virus. You hiss and grip your wrist. Your adrenaline triggers your heart. You take a few breaths to stay calm as you watch the blood bead to the surface. 

You curse and stagger to your feet. You grab the rag from your back pocket and clutch it in your injured hand. You grip it tight as you cross the site, careful not to tread to heavily, and you angle the fencing to sidle between two panels.  

You clumsily pull open the car door and reach under the seat. You always keep an emergency with you. It’s a rule of thumb for your sort of work. You never know what might happen. Bug spray, sunscreen, bandages, swabs, a hole trove of supplies. 

You shake as the pain intensifies, thrumming through your palm. You come out and rest the plastic tote on the hood and sift through with your single hand. This is going to be awkward as hell. While you enjoy your solitary, it can sometimes be unsettling. What if something worse happened? 

“Ruff, ruff, rrrrruffffff,” the growlish yet high-pitched barking comes from up the mountain road. 

You pause as he peek under the rag and peer up as gravel mulches. Another visit? Your work is so boring, you wouldn’t expect him again. Thor appears as Thunder hops before him, spastic as she sniffs the ground in circles. He smiles and waves but you can only manage a grimace before you look back to your wound. 

“Morning,” he booms as he scoops up the small dog and nears the other side of the car, “it’ll be a sunny one.” 

“You sure?” You look up at the greyish blue skies, than at him. Hm, the hue of above is rather similar to his eyes.  

“I know so,” he assures you and tilts his head curiously, “why are you so grim?” 

You show him your hand as you lift the cloth from it. He lets out a sympathetic hum and sets Thunder on the ground. She runs over to inspect the fence as he rounds the hood towards you. As he gets closer, his size is even more obvious. He’s well-built, you can see it even at a distance, but up close and personal, he’s almost inhuman in stature. 

“Yikes,” he offers his hand, “may I?” 

“Really, it’s not—I can handle it.” 

“I’m certain you can. Only the bravest woman would come to these grey lands and sit alone in the dirt,” he jokes. “Please, it’ll be easier with two hands.” 

You relent, a tinge of embarrassment hot in your cheeks, and peel the rag away. You hold your hand out to him and he brings one of his large ones to cradle it. Wow. He’s massive. The difference in your hands is startling. 

“Nasty cut,” he muses as he reaches over for the swabs you’ve piled out on the metal, “but it shouldn’t need more than a snug wrap.” 

“Thanks,” you look away, eyeing the dirt as his proximity makes you squirm.  

You can’t remember the last time a man touched you, especially a handsome one. Well, aside from Sam and Bucky but those were just hugs and usually ended in them arguing anyway. You’ve never been the most popular girl in the world and those men you managed to reel in didn’t stay on the hook very long. You never really tried to keep them. You were always too distracted. 

You wince as he wipes the cut with the alcoholic cloth. He softens his touch but holds your hand firm from beneath. He offers a rumbling apology as he focuses on tending to you. His intent is new to you. The way he looks at your palm holds more than any look you’ve ever gotten from a man. Or anyone. 

He crumples up the used wipe and takes another. He’s thorough. You feel a shiver roll through you despite the warmth in the air. He trades the wipe for the roll of gauze and wraps the strip around your hand, hooking over your thumb and looping your wrist. He uses the little metal clip to pin it then turns your hand over, brushing his own over it as he grins. 

“Good as new,” he announces, “though I recommend you not use it too much. And perhaps a pair of gloves.” 

“Yeah, I forgot. Long day.” 

“It’s nine in the morning?” He chuckles. 

“Yep,” you agree dryly. 

“Hopefully it gets better,” he says. 

“Yeah, maybe,” you agree dully and toss the things back in the tote.  

He picks it up before you can and keeps it from your reach, “like I said, you should take it easy.” 

“Well, there’s work to be done,” you say as he moves to the open door and slides the tote inside. “What are you doing back here?” 

“Ah, I let the queen lead the way,” he stands straight and closes the car door. He looks past you and your head perks up. Thunder is very quiet. “As ever, she does not tread with caution.” 

You turn to find the chihuahua inside the fence. You jump in place and sprint over, clattering between the panels as you call after her. “No, no, sweetie, be careful!” 

You chase her around where you were digging as you sense Thor watching from without. Great! You hope she didn’t pee anywhere. 

A sharp whistle pierces the air and Thunder stops. She sits in place, still wiggling, but doesn’t move. You peek back at Thor and he nods. You near her and pick her up. 

“Sorry about her, she is a free spirit,” he tuts as you cross back to him. “I will be certain she does not stray again. My apologies.” 

You’re taken aback by his sincerity. You try to remember the last time someone apologised to you and sounded like they meant it. Hell, when’s the last time you even got an apology. You dip out between the grating and hold out the dog. 

“I would hate to get in your way any more than we already have,” he hugs her with one arm and spreads his other hand over his chest, “we will be on our way. I do hope the sunshine brings some brightness to your day.” 

“Um, thanks,” you shift on your feet and hide your twiddling fingers. “You too.” 

“I’ve already found my sunlight,” he grins even wider and blinks, “now, Thunder, let’s go make a storm somewhere else.” He twists on his heel and lumbers off, “perhaps mother might put up with you for a time.” 

You stand just outside the fence and watch him go. A lock of his golden hair hangs loosely form his bun, dangling down his back, wagging almost like the dog’s little tail. He bounds over the lumpy ground and disappears behind the rock face. You look down and smile. 

Not everything is so bad and you can see the amber ribbon limning the clouds. The sun will be there soon. Just like he promised. 

💟

Thor comes back again. 

It’s a week since you cut your hand. Like before, you can’t predict him. You don’t hear him approach as he’s alone. You only notice him as he clangs something on the fence and lets out an ‘oops’. You pop your head up and look over at him through squinting eyes. Your forehead hurts from the expression. 

You smooth out your face and stand, facing him. He wiggles a metal canister in his hand. The wind sweeps the strands around his square jaw as the sky pulses in shades of gray behind him. 

“Thought you might like some hot tea,” he holds up the thermos. 

“Oh, uh... you didn’t have to...” you look at the sky and its quivering blanket. You’ve been pondering packing up for the last hour. “Thanks.” 

“Not to worry, I was restless.” 

“And you always go walking through the mountains when you���re bored?” You wonder as you step around the markers in the dirt. 

“I live here, there isn’t very much else to do and it isn’t a good day for swimming.” 

“Swimming?” You nod and click your tongue. “Sounds like the life to me.” 

“Mm, it can be rather languid when there isn’t work to do,” he turns the thermos in his hands as he talks, “Have you tried cloudberry?” 

“Cloudberry? Never heard of it.” 

He pokes the thermos between the panels and you take it. He pushes the barrier back into place between you, hooking his fingers into the links. You feel the warmth through the copper-coloured metal. 

“You didn’t have to come all this way for tea,” you laugh. 

“I wanted to ask after your hand. See how it’s healing,” he says. 

“Oh, uh,” you open and close your gloved hand, “just a scab now. I’m all good.” 

He smiles and keeps himself from leaning to heavily as the fence dips towards you. He coughs and realigns his feet, brushing back the looses strands around his face with a flick. He pushes his shoulders back and drops his hand. 

“So uh, you should try the tea. I put together the herbs myself, steeped it...” he bounces on his heels, “I suppose it’s not that impressive but it is good. Antioxidants, anti-inflammatory.” 

“Wow, sounds like one of those superfoods,” you scoffs as you pull of your glove and tuck it into your work belt. You untwist the cap and steam wisps out. You smell the tea and blow over it. You look up and find him watching you. “You’re starting to make me nervous, what’s in it?” 

“Just tea,” he assures. “I can’t lie to you, though. It wasn’t my idea. My mother suggested it. She’s very interested to see what you’re digging up but I’m afraid she can’t do much at the moment.” 

“Oh, your mother? Is she sick?” 

“She is in perfect health aside from her dislocated knee. She went rock climbing and well, accidents happen, eh?” 

“Yeah, sure do,” you show him your cut. “But they get better.” 

A lull rises as you take a dainty sip. The tartness tweaks your cheeks and you scrunch up your nose. 

“You don’t like it?” 

“It’s... different but not bad,” you say. “So, your parents live up here too?” 

“Mm, yes. I’m afraid I’m occupying their attic at the moment. I sold my home in Oslo, it was much too... cold.” 

You can’t help but snort, “it’s Norway.” 

“Ah, so it is. I should be used to it,” he agrees. “And how are you faring here? Have you adjusted to these dour lands?” 

“Eh, I’m trying,” you put the lid back on and turn it until tight. “Thanks for the tea.” 

“My pleasure,” he assures you. “Seems lonely work.” 

“I don’t mind it,” you shrug and cross your arms, tucking the thermos beneath one arm. 

“Interesting though. Have you found very much?” 

“Ugh, a spearhead and some pieces of the shaft. A vase, cracked though. Some beads.” 

“Beads,” he echoes thoughtfully, “is this all confidential?” 

“Not really, you wanna see?” 

“Very much so,” he says. 

“Right, uh, let me just...” 

You go back to where you were sat and plant the thermos in the dirt. You scurry around, overly aware of his observation, and go to the pin of your catalogued items. You find the bone beads and brings the little dish of them over to the fence. You hold them up as he peers between the links. 

“They have runes,” he intones. 

“Yeah, I’ve got the meaning of all of them except, er...” you pull out the single bead made of jade, “this one.” 

He hums and considers it closely, leaning in. 

“Not a rune. That’s a family symbol.” 

“Oh?” 

“My family’s.” 

“Wow, uh,” you lower your chin, “that’s... I... kinda feel like a thief.” 

“Can’t have cared very much about it if it’s down there,” he remarks, “you know, my father has mapped out much of our genealogy. As much as he can. He might be able to assist with your research, if he can find the time. Bit of a hermit these days.” 

“Oh, uh maybe, I’d hate to bother,” you smile sheepishly, “erm...” you look around, “where’s Thunder? Awful quiet without her.” 

“She’s keeping mother company. I’ve told her not to be too much of an imp, can’t have her making it worse,” he shakes his head. “The two of them are both stubborn as the other.” 

You can’t help the twitch in your eye. All this talk of your family has you suddenly homesick. You fight not to crack and swallow tightly. 

“Anyway, thanks again for the tea.” 

“Your parents must miss you,” he says abruptly. 

“Erm, yeah, my mom calls now and then but she’s better as an empty nester. Dad’s got his head under a hood most days so...” 

“Friends? Boyfriend?” He wonders. 

You arch a brow. He’s not very subtle and yet his inquiry can’t be anything but innocent, right? You’re still strangers. He can’t be into you. Not someone who looks like him. How long did you pray for Steve to even see you like that? This man is definitely not going to. 

“Friends. Sam likes to pester me when I should be sleeping and Bucky... they’re funny.” You sniff and gaze past him. You won’t mention that giant elephant in your head. The one you think about at night. 

“Lots to miss back home, it sounds like,” he breaks the silence before it can settle. 

“Yeah, but not every day you get to travel.” 

“And to a beautiful land,” Thor declares, “I hope one day you’ll come out of the dirt and see more of it. You’ll be surprised what lays further up the mountain.” 

You smile and look down, “yeah, maybe one day.” 

“Until then,” he backs up on his heel, “I won’t distract you any further. Enjoy your tea.” He turns and strides away, pausing halfway as you linger by the fence, “the rain will be here around five so I would leave early, otherwise you’ll be driving through it.” 

“Right,” your chest deflates just a little. You don’t know what you wanted him to say but you’re disappointed, “thanks.” 

[koiiiji]

I love your writing! I will continue to support you😭🫶🏻🫶🏻Can you write hyeok kwon x reader nsfw?

nsfw alphabet

author's note ; THANK UUUU💌!! i haven’t really following wb hashtag lately, so im sorry if someone already did nsfw alphabet with Kwon Hyuk

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a = aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Hyuk is sleeeeeeeeepy. after sex you need to push him to the shower, so he won't fall asleep all naked and sweaty (but let's be honest, sometimes it happens too...). but usually after shower he likes to get in comfortable, close position and snuggle into your body and blankets to slowly fall asleep with small sex talk (i think he likes to hear your prises after sex, like did he do a good job? (ofc he did)).

b = body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

i think he appreciates his arms and hands! he knows that he has some strength and likes when you can grip on to his biceps in the heat of the moment. i mean he knows how to work his hands.

as for you, he truthfully loves every part of you. if you ever asked him 'what part of me is your favorite?' he would actually say boobs. he likes resting on them.

c = cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

i don't think Hyuk is particularly keen on making a mess, especially of the bed. i truthfully think he'd surprisingly enjoy cumming on your face, mainly around your lips. messy oral? he's done for.

d = dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

i honestly have no idea what to put here, because Hyuk is quite lazy and not really kinky... but maybe he would like to try some role games?... sex in cosplay costumes maybe?... like to see you in cute bunny or kitty costume with ears and tail? maybe?

e = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

he is pretty experienced. he watched a lot of porn — different kinds, from home to most trivial ph shit. don't forget that Hyuk and Wooin are friends since high school and this fact alone allows to think that these gremlins been through some experience. so don't worry, he knows how to use his fingers and dick!

f = favorite position (this goes without saying)

so, i think something simple like missionary where he can stare into your eyes, kiss you, tell you sweet things, etc. his ultimate choice is on the side, when he can hold your leg and slowly fuck you from behind. cowgirl can work too if he is extremely lazy today.

g = goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

can't help but be clumsy sometimes. he can't help but giggle when hair gets caught in your mouth or some other silly thing. however, he likes to keep things intimate and prefers to have a serious moment with you in bed

h = hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

clean shaved or well trimmed. i think he finds it more aesthetically attractive and just likes to keep his higiene be that way.

i = intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

calm, can joke sometimes if it's appropriate of course. but mostly he is completely immersed into the process — kissing, cuddling, holding your body, tease, whisper sweet nothings into your ear

j = jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Hyuk is super chill about...everything. if he needs it right now he will do it. he doesn't see anything wrong with it honestly

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

okay so...i think vanilla. when you're getting to know him and for the first few times you have sex, he keeps it simple. but with time he can go more and more sweet and even romantic. however, i think Hyuk have his kinkier side!! i think he really enjoys mocking you. like 'so wet for me already? greedy girl' and other dirty talk.

l = location (favorite places to do the do)

your bedroom! he is super lazy and if he had opportunity he would stay in bed all day (and this is canon i think, still it been stated in wb that he is lazy and likes his bed too much)

m = motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

seeing you all domestic, in his oversized clothes, just woke up standing in the kitchen, hair is messed and eyes are still sleepy. he really likes slow morning sex on the kitchen!!

n = no (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

bringing other people to your bedroom. and really weird stuff like peeing or something like that

o = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

mmm 50/50 with giving. i don't think he have a great skills. like he surely can go down on you, but Hyuk is not super skilled and his tongue and jaw get tired quite fast. but he is not pushing you to give oral to him either.

p = pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

depends on his mood. he can get really fast when he's feeling extra needy or kinky. however, when usually Hyuk will take his sweet time teasing you and go nice and slow with his thrusts, movements, touches. but there are time where he could also use slowness to his advantage and tease you.

q = quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

nope. i think he consider it as unnecessary splash of energy, he would rather wait until you two have a mood for proper sex. and he likes resting in bed and generally are lazy so it's no.

r = risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

uuuh, he definitely wanted to try few places like changing rooms, or maybe friend's place, but just out of curiosity, he probably won't like it, so his preference is bedroom (read 'because he fall asleep almost immediately')

s = stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

i don't think he has very high stamina. it's not that he gets really sleepy after, but he can't go for multiple rounds. i think Hyuk doesn't really understand the point of few rounds if you two already had great time. like he can go two rounds if you insist or it's been a long time since he's seen you. he can last a while though, i think. but dont expect him to be sex machine, he is super lazy.

t = toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

most of the time he is indifferent about such things. if that means it will bring you extra pleasure, he don't mind.

u = unfair (how much they like to tease)

ohh he likes to tease!! both with words and actions! he likes to tease you through your panties with his slander fingers, he likes to tease your clenching pussy after he spent some time with his fingers ther. he likes to give you playful bites, slapping, literally everything!! he loves teasing so so much

v = volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

keeps quiet, mostly. some interjections of grunts and groans, especially when he cums. he uses his voice more for humiliating-sweet talk, when he teases you! he loves hearing your noises, though, and it gives him more encouragement than anything.

w = wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

once you woke him by going down on him. he really liked it and secretly want to wake up like this more often, but he is kinda shy to ask this since he doesn't really enjoy doing same to you (as i said, only because he isn't that skilled and get tired fast)

x = x-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

i would say average. he is quite slim, vienny, but okay, maybe a little longer than average.

y = yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

i think he has a fluctuating sex drive. during flu and cold season — autumn and winter — he is so clingy, desperate for your body heat, and won't let you escape warm bed, snuggling into your boobs. however, during the summer... just dont touch him. hot weather affects him so much that you hardly receive a hug from him.

z = zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

immediately. just few minutes after shower, when you two just cuddling, murmuring soft nothings and you found him not answering you, so you rise your head just to see he already softly snoring in his sleep.

[boozerbooz]

𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞..❤︎︎

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠'𝐬 : 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐲 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐒𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐀𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐚! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥!

𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟, 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬!, f/f = favorite fruit, f/s = favorite snack/snacks

Valentines day. It was a special day for everyone, well, at least for everyone but you. Valentines day was okay for you, at least you got chocolates from your siblings! Especially Annabeth and Luke, they were the ones who mostly got them for you. Listen, its not that you didnt like Valentines day, it was just dreadful. Hearing everyone talk about their partners was utterly ridiculous, and seeing them hangout, kissing, hugging, and more was even worse!

Luke and Annabeth blamed it on the lack of love you have or the fact that you hadn't gotten a valentine since.. Since forever!? You hadn't gotten a valentine at all! You were sick of it and just accepted the fact you were never gonna get a valentine ever, or even a partner at all!

That was until you saw Percy. Percy Jackson, Son of Poseidon. You liked him, well not entirely.. You tried denying ur feelings. Especially because your demigod sister, Annabeth, seemed really close to him, so you just ignored Percy and tried avoiding him at ALL costs. Sure it was hard, he always tried initiating a conversation with you before you quickly and only replied with a “hold on, im busy“ and just never talk to him again after. Of course it was mean but you just couldn't bring yourself to like someone your sister likes! That was before 2 days before Valentines day you opened up to Percy (only because he begged you to train with him), finally having a normal conversation for once..

2 days before Valentines Day..(flashback)

“M/n!” You heard your name being yelled out and you turn around to see who it is, just to see a light golden haired boy with striking sea-green eyes. You sigh as he runs up to you with a sword in his hand “M/n.. pleasepleasepracticewithmeIhavenooneelsetoaskandLukewontdoitbecausehesbusysopleasepleasepleasepracticewithme!!..” Percy said, quickly as he put his hands on your shoulders and begged. You grunt as you put your hands on his shoulders and make him stop shaking you, planting both of you on the ground, “Fine! Just stop shaking me!” You say, panting before you catch your breath and cure your dizziness. Percy smiles and hugs you before letting out a thank you.

You and Percy walked towards the sword fighting arena together, luckily for the both of you, it wasnt as awkward and weird as you thought it would be. The walk was nice and quiet, except for everyone else around the duo talking. When you guys walked into the sword fighting arena, you quickly grabbed a sword and Percy took out a pen, “weird..” you thought to yourself before he uncapped it and Riptide came out. So that was the weapon he used, you quickly composed yourself and shook ur limbs, getting ready before you take your stance and Percy takes his.

The both of you counted to three before Percy attacked first, striking his sword on top of you before you block it and slide your sword on his, making a screeching sound before you push him off. “Damm this guy is strong..”, you thought to yourself, I mean, you dont really blame him since he is the Son of Poseidon, but other than that he does work our every now and then. You then swiftly moved towards Percy and sidestepped, he looked to his right before you swing your sword at him. He blocks it and pushes you off almost as quick as you moved, a bead of sweat rolls down your forehead before he tries to attack you again, only for you to block it.

A few minutes had gone by before the both of you were left sweating and panting, you guys still weren’t done training since Percy insisted to finish until one of you lost. You quickly moved to strike again before Percy strike’s back, causing you to fall and lose balance, your grip still on the sword before Percy points Riptide against your neck. You had lost, sadly. You panted and got up as soon as Percy put his stupid sword-pen thingy away, you never got how magic worked. Anyways, you went towards a bench that had your water and you uncapped it before you started drinking some of it, you were so thirsty you swore you could’ve just drank anything right there and then. You finished drinking your water and looked up before flapping your shirt to let the air dry your body up from the inside. Percy did the same.

“M/n, thank you so much for training with me, honestly!”, he said, wiping the sweat off his forehead before drinking some more of his water. “Its nothing, to be honest, I only did it so you wouldn’t annoy me anymore..” you said, chuckling a bit before finishing your water bottle. The both of you had left after talking for a bit and you went back to your cabin and got another orange shirt that said “camp half-blood” and some streetwear jorts, they were a bit baggy, but they fit you! (pretty fashionable right?)

You grabbed a towel as well and went to the communal bathrooms to take a shower. You entered and turned on the hot water before balancing it with the cold water and stepping in, the water hitting your body perfectly. You were a VERY clean person and you washed every single part of your body. You had a lotion that made you smell like coconut and vanilla, it was amazing. Percy had took note on the fact you smelled like that. After an hour, in the shower (like I said, very clean) you left and had gone back to the Athena cabin, drying your hair with a towel before you walk in and greet your siblings before you put the towel away and go to bed.

In Percys cabin, he was thinking about a gift basket in order to ask you to be his valentine.

Present day - February 14 - Valentines Day

You had sat on the stairs of your cabin, drawing buildings and how you were gonna make something big and inspirational. You had drew for a bit before you heard footsteps getting closer and you looked up before seeing Percy.

“Percy? What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be with An-“ “-I don’t wanna be with Annabeth right now, I wanna show you something.” He said, quickly taking his hand out towards you, hoping you’d take it and get up. Luckily for him, you took it and got up before closing your sketchbook and holding it in your left hand. You felt a bit.. embarrassed as you both held hands, walking to wherever Percy was gonna show you something.

The duo had finally reached up to the forest of Camp Half-Blood where Percy got claimed. You stood there as Percy let go of your hand and he grabbed something out of no where (Grover was hiding and holding the basket for him) before you turned. When you turned, you had the most surprised look on your face and Percy swore your eyes had shined.

“Will you be my valentine?..” Percy said in a soft tone, holding the basket with some of your f/f and your f/s. You grab the basket gently and your fingers grazed before you nodded. “Of course!” You said happily before hugging him, he hugged back obviously, his hands around your waist.

The both of you stayed hugging for a bit before you guys separated, still close but not too close. “So, if I were to ask you to be my boyfriend..” “Too fast, seaweed..” You said, both of you just chuckled before you both hugged again.

You guys went back to camp happily, hand in hand. Annabeth had seen the both of you and she had the most brightest smile ever when she came up to the both of you. You were happy to hear that she didn’t like Percy like that and he didn’t like her like that.

Its done 🥹 anyways, I made this while being sick so it might be a bit bad, and it also might my my longest one..