#troublemaker(affectionate)

[sbggarakungfood]

I'm very into Jay's villain arc, it's just.. the whole Agent Walker/ the Administration set up is what I’m more into because:

The portal in Jay's division could be the key to find Arin's parents

Potential Sora vs Jay fight would be so cool

Zane's nindroid but human identity thing?? How the Administration discriminates Zane somehow

Jay. He didn't care about his job right? But does he care about his underlings? Make him see how badly injured his people are.. and make it personal. Let him invent something

And

What about this 'master of lightning joining *the path of darknessssss*'?? Would this be another "They use me because of my power" "The universe called me here" "I have to do this for (reason)" "The Administration didn't pay me enough so I'm here to get another income"

Maybe it's unfair to judge like that since the tournament episodes haven’t released yet.. I'm sorry, I might miss inventor Jay so much.. By being Agent Walker that means he has to rely on that side of him more. Him vs Sora fight would feel.. something else. It won't be just a fight but also a brain game (possible dirty play?). Jay ripping bunch of mech's cables when I just want to see him using cool gadgets more than just shooting bunch of lightning (It’s not like they're going to explore that power this time). He already did good with a gun..

Jay with any weapon actually

[makenna-made-this]

What breed is Poppy?

She is a speckled sussex (and certified troublemaker)

She gets more and more spotty with every molt~

[or-did-i-dont-didnt-send-it]

lando is that smug little cat with all the knives pointing at him

[mahgyu]

Ino smut + N$FW audio

• minors do not interact!

──── Your parents may not approve of your relationship with Ino, but that wasn't enough to make him stay away from you, let alone to stop him from invading your room during the night.

"Ah! Takuma, fuck." Ino grinned unabashedly, gripping your hips as he increases the pace of his thrusts.

"Shhh..." He whispers against your ear, slowly licking below the cartilage. "We don't want your dad to come in here and find his good daughter sitting on the troublemaker he forbade you from seeing, isn't it, love?"

Your intimacy throbs, squeezing the hard cock between your wet walls as you ride up and down on Ino's thick length. Your forehead pressed against his shoulder, biting your lips to contain the loud sounds, but unable to help the gasping breaths that escape from oneself.

"Hmm... Fuck, princess." He throws his head back, groaning softly, leaning against the headboard of the bed, lowering his gaze to watch his own cock disappear into your hungry pussy, drawing air through his teeth at the obscene sight. "So damn hot, baby."

You disengage from Ino's shoulder to kiss him messily, intertwining the tongues in quick movements, not holding back the interrupted moan you let out when he held onto your ass more firmly, thrusting deeper into you.

The sound of his full balls slapping against you was starting to get loud, and you wanted to warn him, but all that came out of your mouth were whimpering moans and gasping breaths.

Both stared at each other, intoxicated by one another. "You're almost coming, aren't you, pretty? squeezing me like that..." Ino murmured against your lips, feeling your insides clench around his cock. "Come, kitten, make a mess on me." He urges with his voice still low.

You kiss him again, intending to contain the scandalous moans that wanted to escape your mouth. "Takuma-ah!" You whimper against the boy's soft lips as you unravel against his skilled movements.

Ino releases a restrained grunt against the skin of your shoulder, spurting inside you as his orgasm arrives. Breathing heavily as he gradually slows down his movements.

"Holy shit!" He breathes out. You smile shyly, equally trying to regulate your breathing. "You better go home, Takuma, before my parents come to see what those noises were." You warn him as you give pecks on Ino's lips and try to get out of his lap.

"So is that it? You use me and then just throw me away? I'm just a whore to you, aren't I?" He feigns drama, both of you laughing softly as you lightly tap his shoulder. "Let me stay just a little while longer, okay?" Ino clings to you like a koala, ignoring your protests and holding you affectionately in his embrace.

Takuma Ino's Version! Before concluding the series, is there any other character you would like to suggest?

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[gojoest]

heartstrings — gojo satoru

established relationship (married life), f!reader, you pull the cheating prank on him but he gets really upset, hurt/comfort, not proofread, dividers by @/cafekitsune

satoru is always the mastermind behind pranks, especially on april fools’. however, this year you’re determined to turn the tables and teach him a lesson. you craft the perfect prank, but the joke takes an unexpected turn…

your sweet and loving husband, gojo satoru, was quite the little troublemaker.

he thrived on having fun and pulling pranks, and as his wife, you were often the target of his mischievous antics.

naturally, april fools’ day was his time to shine even more, and he went all out with his tricks. even though you knew it was coming, you always found yourself falling for his pranks, no matter how prepared you thought you were.

but you told yourself, this year was going to be different. this year, you were determined. for the first time, you were going to outwit him, teach him a lesson.

you weren’t going to let satoru be the sole prankster this time. no. this year, you were going to make him the victim of the greatest prank you could come up with. something so perfect, so detailed, that for once, he wouldn’t be able to see it coming. you’d been plotting for weeks, carefully crafting the perfect plan to get back at him.

the problem? you knew he would take it to extremes, and you had to be careful.

it was going to be difficult, because satoru is incredibly smart and perceptive, able to read you like an open book. he could easily tell when you were up to something.

how could you pull off a prank that could rattle someone like him? you had no idea. it had to be something that would hit him right in his heart. something that would make him question everything.

…and so it came to you one night,

you were going to make him think you were cheating on him.

. . .

you spent all morning setting up. every detail had to be perfect.

you called up a fake number from one of your old friends to act as the “other man”. you crafted a story — nothing too elaborate, just enough to plant a seed of doubt in your husband’s mind. he was leaving for a mission soon, so the timing was perfect. you had a solid few hours to prepare, and with the house quiet and empty, you were ready.

you didn’t even want to let him see you preparing. you knew that if satoru even suspected something was up, he’d ruin it for you in a heartbeat. as much as you loved him, the man was impossibly observant. you had to be sneaky. you had to watch your attitude, keep your face straight and act as your usual self.

he was going to be back any moment now, and you had to set everything up before he arrived.

you waited. and waited. your heart racing with every tick of the clock, excited for what was to come.

when you finally heard the door creak open and his shoes hit the hallway floor, you knew you were running out of time. he was home.

you pulled out your phone, took a deep breath, and dialed the number you’d prepared. then you casually moved to the hallway, out of his line of sight, while keeping one ear open for his movements.

“hey, baby”, you spoke softly into the phone, sounding as affectionate as possible. “i just got home. can’t wait to see you tonight”

you could already hear satoru’s footsteps moving closer, and a little panic started to rise in your chest. but you pushed it down, determined to go through with the plan. “yeah, i missed you too. i don’t know how much longer i can keep this up, though… he might start getting suspicious…”

you heard his footsteps slow down as he approached. you had to act fast.

“i have to hang up. my husband is home”, you said, as convincingly as you could manage. “i’ll text you later. i love you”

with a small sigh of relief, you ended the call and stuffed your phone into your pocket, straightening up to face satoru, who was now leaning against the doorway, arms crossed, with a piercing look in his eyes.

you froze. your heart stuttered in your chest. it didn’t matter how well you thought you had planned this out — the shock in satoru’s eyes made it clear that you had made a miscalculation. he wasn’t just confused; he looked… hurt.

his lips quivered as if words were stuck in his mouth, but he didn’t say anything immediately. the silence stretched out, almost too long. and in that moment, your stomach twisted with an uncomfortable feeling you hadn’t anticipated.

it was supposed to be a joke. but now, as you met his gaze, the fear in his eyes hit you like a wave.

“who was that?”, satoru asked, his voice calm but with a dangerous edge that you hadn’t expected. it wasn’t like his usual playful tone. this wasn’t the teasing gojo satoru that liked to make you laugh. no, this was a more serious, demanding gojo satoru. the kind you rarely saw.

you swallowed hard. “what? n-no one. just a friend”

“a friend?”, satoru repeated, stepping closer to you. he didn’t raise his voice, but you could feel the tension building in the air. “you talk to your friends like that? — i’ll text you later. i love you? you cut your calls short — because your husband is home?”, he shook his head slightly, looking incredulous. “who was that?”

your stomach dropped. this wasn’t how it was supposed to go. you hadn’t expected him to react like this. you had hoped for a laugh, a playful response, maybe even some mock outrage — but not this.

“hey, baby, it’s not like that”, you tried to laugh, but the sound felt hollow. “it was just a prank. a joke. don’t you prank me all the time on april fools’, so i thought i’d get you back this time around”

but satoru’s expression didn’t change. he wasn’t laughing. he didn’t even crack a smile. his face was unreadable, but his eyes — his eyes told a different story. they were wide, searching, desperate for some sort of confirmation.

he moved closer, and you could feel the heat radiating off of him. his gaze was laser-focused, and the weight of his presence made it hard to breathe. your heart felt like cracking.

“no”, he said quietly, his voice trembling just slightly. “that… wasn’t a prank. that wasn’t funny. not… to me. who was… that… man?”, his breath hitched.

you shook your head, trying to laugh it off, again. “satoru”, you said his name softly. “it really was a prank. i didn’t think you’d take it so seriously. baby, come on—“

“it didn’t sound like one”, he cut you off, stepping forward again, his gaze hardening. “you were talking to him like— like you loved him…“

your chest tightened, and you took a shaky step back. you didn’t mean for it to go this far. you didn’t mean to hurt him. “satoru…”, you whispered, reaching for him this time, but he pulled away slightly. his body tense, every muscle coiled like a spring.

“is there… someone else? really?”, his voice was barely above a whisper, but the pain in it made you freeze.

that was when you realized the depth of what you had done. you had planted the idea in his head, and now it was too real. he fell for it, believed you. for a moment, satoru, the man who never showed vulnerability, who always exuded confidence and power, looked completely broken. you never knew it would take so little to break him.

“no”, you said softly, shaking your head. “satoru, no. baby, it’s not like that. you know i would never—“

but he cut you off. “but then, why? why did you say you loved him the way you say it to me…. or used to say it to me….”

your throat tightened as the weight of his words hit you. you had never seen him like this — truly broken, terrified to his core. he was always the one in control, the one who made everyone laugh, the one who had no fear. but now, here he was, standing before you, completely exposed, vulnerable, and afraid.

“i’m so sorry, baby”, you whispered, your voice trembling as you reached for him again, this time pulling him into your arms. “i was just acting... i never thought it would turn out like this. if it sounded genuine, it’s because you were on my mind. please, ‘toru… i didn’t mean to upset you like this”

for a long moment, he didn’t move. his body was rigid in your embrace, and you could feel the tension coursing through him. the silence between you stretched out, and all you could hear was the sound of your heartbeat, and his.

“i love you”, you whispered against his chest. “i was just trying to prank you, but i messed up... i swear, you are my one and only”

finally, satoru’s arms slowly wrapped around you. you felt his hands tremble as he held you tighter, his face buried in your hair. “i’m sorry too”, he muttered, his voice thick with emotion. “i overreacted. it’s just—“, he paused for a moment, “god, i love you so much. i was terrified. for a second, i thought i was losing you”

you pulled back, holding his face in your hands, forcing him to meet your gaze. “you’re not losing me. never. you’re my person, baby. okay?”

he stared at you, his eyes searching yours as though looking for the truth in every word. finally, he exhaled a shaky breath, pressing his forehead against yours. “okay. i know”, he whispered. “i just… i just can’t stand the thought of you leav—”

you pecked his lips, and smiled softly against the kiss. relief flooding through you. “i’m not going anywhere. ever. and next april fools’ i will—“

“no— you are banned from pranking me for the rest of your life”, he furrowed his brows, “you’re terrible at this. do you want to make me laugh or have me dead, i can’t tell with those jokes of yours”, but his usual smirk was slowly returning.

“alright, alright. no more pranks! i’ve learned my lesson”, you chuckled, before pulling him into another kiss.

…one that felt like home; melting away all the tension, all the fears.

[a0iakuma]

“ Ah, so you're that type of rule-breaker? Don't want to be bound by certain rules that were made for you? ” The hedgehog snickers. “ Can't let your sister know. Can't afford the princess to get grounded. ” Yet there's a sudden pause, contemplating on one certain thing: What is her methods? “ So, Arisia. What do you do when you're sneaking out? I wanna know what I'm dealing with here. ” Sonic began, needing to know.

Plus there's no harm in understanding the rule-breaking princess. It also made him curious why they isolate her too. But clearly she does not know either. He may question Blaze soon.

“ Well, how do you think I managed to keep sneaking out without being noticed as long as I could? I was getting sick of tired being isolated without knowing why! I just wanted to be free. ” Tapping into the Sol Emeralds was one thing, but on the other hand... she was eventually caught by her sister, and one day that lead her to meeting this hedgehog that Arisia had managed to quickly become fast friends. “ But, of course.. I'd love to. ”

[jellykyunnie]

˗ˏˋ Entry : 064 -Drabbles: Birthday! Boy! Sung Jinwoo x Fem! Reader ◛⑅·˚ ♡ ˎˊ˗

ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚ 𝕊𝕦𝕟𝕘 𝕁𝕚𝕟𝕨𝕠𝕠 ˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ

╰┈➤ ❝ [ Strawberry Kisses ] ¡! ❞

"Sarang, you didn't have to" Jinwoo smiles as he sees the cake prepared for him.

A typical strawberry cake with jam in the middle of it instead if a typical written "Happy Birthday".

"So this is why my sons were uncooperative in letting me see what you have been up to for the last few hours" He then affectionately pinches your cheek "You didn't have to"

"Don't be such a mood killer" You giggle, kissing his cheek affectionately. "It's your special day, why wouldn't it we celebrate it?"

Because I spent at least a hundred years not celebrating it before he regressed to meet you again.

Of course, he would never say that part out loud. He would never want to upset you.

Instead, he reaches his hand out and brushes your hair away from that pretty face he engraved into his brain.

"Come on, make a wish! Beru helped me in picking out this cake!" You say, urging him to come after putting the candle in and lighting it up.

"Yes, I worked hard my liege—" Beru's little head appeared over on your shoulder but Jinwoo immediately flicked him away.

"This is my moment so shoo" He simply puts him in the land of repose(yes, it's timeout if you are asking)

"I thought you said your shadows are your kids? Why are you so mean?"

"Dad wants time with mom"

"Hahah"

That sweet laughter of yours.

That was the sound the echoed in his mind over the years of his fight against the monarchs and gods.

And as you start singing happy birthday to him in that imperfectly perfect voice of yours— He cant help but feel more in love that what he already is.

He wanted to cherish this moment, embed it into his memory and heart so that it may never become just a fleeting moment.

"Make a wish!" You cheer, pushing the cake gently to him.

Jinwoo shakes his head and leans down to blow out the candles.

". . . ."

He then feels something wet on his cheek when you poked him and reached to inspect.

"Why you little..." Jinwoo chuckles as he sees the icing on his fingertip, "Come here!"

And thus, he started chasing you around the apartment. He eventually caught you of course, who do you think he is?

"Did Jinah teach you to be this mischievous?" He rubs his cake-stained cheek against yours. "Mn.. My cutie is being a troublemaker."

"Ack, no, I'm sorry!" You burst into giggles as your feel his hands tickling your sides.

"Heh..." He simply smiles.

Can't he just stay here for a little while longer? Bask in this simple moment? Celebrating birthdays, sharing hugs, sharing laughter, sharing affection kisses.

Can't he stay here for just a little bit longer?

"So what did you wish for?" You ask when he finally stopped playing around.

"I wished that everyday I get to see you smile" He presses your foreheads together. "That we can be this happy everyday."

꒰ 🪼 A/N: I'll be going on a semi-hiatus until the end of april or may sjdjshs. I dont really post that frequently but I'll still be here dw. I just need to catch up with my schoolworks. I have ten units i need to finish by may 30 so I hope you all understand. I still have a line of fics on wip and about to be made so I wont just drop off dead xD ꒱

ʚ(੭´͈ ᐜ `͈)੭ .｡✧: ~♡ —! stories written by kyunnie; translations, reposts, plagiarism are strictly forbidden.

[acey-wacey]

Jealous of Their Tsum

Feat. Deuce, Azul, Jade

A/n: In honor of tsumderland 2!!! (though it took me the entire event to write it). Kalim, Rook and Lilia in the future if there is demand

♠️ Deuce Space ♠️

He gets along with his tsum though it's quite the troublemaker sometimes.

It doesn't have the same honor student drive that he does.

Though sometimes it gets into mischief, it's lack of proper inhibitions also make it bolder when it comes to you.

Deuce has had a crush on you for the longest time and never said a word because he was too scared.

His tsum however is not at all scared and has no problem launching into your arms.

You were initially startled by the little plushie that threw itself at you but once you realized it was Deuce's tsum, you giggled and let it bounce up to your shoulders.

It nuzzled the side of your face and you patted it's head affectionately.

Deuce --who had been running after the tsum to keep it from causing too much mayhem -- stopped short when he saw you cuddling with the little creature that looked so much like him.

"You're just a little sweetheart, aren't you?" You cooed at the tsum, squeezing it in your arms and holding it close to your chest.

Deuce couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy at the affection you showed the tsum.

Why didn't you ever hug him like that? What did Deuce-tsum do to deserve your cuddles?

"You are just so cute," you said as you pinched the tsum's little cheeks. The plushy bounced with happiness. "Almost as cute as the real Deuce!"

Deuce's eyes widened when he heard you.

You thought he was... cute? Cuter than the tsum even?

His jealousy was replaced with swelling pride.

He smiled to himself, knowing you weren't aware of his presence.

Maybe his dreams of confessing weren't so hopeless after all.

...

🐙 Azul Ashengrotto 🐙

His tsum had mostly been helping out at the Mostro Lounge, being cute and attracting customers.

Azul knew how good the adorable little plush was for business but he never expected to see you drawn to the crowds.

"What brings you to the Lounge on this fine day, dearest prefect?" Azul asked you with his signature charming smile.

"Everyone's been talking about the tsum that's working. He's just so cute!" you responded enthusiastically, looking to where Azul-tsum was filling up a customer's water glass.

Azul's perfect smile faltered for just a second, not long enough for you to notice.

"So even you can be tempted by our most adorable new staff member?"

"Seems so," you shrugged with a smile.

"I'll ensure it is sent to your table then," Azul smiled before turning away.

He secretly scowled at the tsum before walking back to his post.

He didn't hear you mutter "I can think of a more adorable staff member" before he left.

A few minutes later, there was a bit of a commotion in the dining area.

"What's going on?" Azul asked Jade when he saw the franticness buzzing around your table.

"It appears the tsum has attacked a patron," Jade said, though his smile was much too sly for that kind of news.

Azul was much too startled to notice the eel's ulterior motives.

He pushed his way through the crowd to find your table.

"I am terribly sorry about any violent behavior by our resident tsum. If anyone has been attacked in any way, I assure you, you will be reimbursed..."

You interrupted Azul before he could finish.

"Nonsense! I wasn't attacked so much as glomped by this little cutie!"

Azul couldn't tell if he was more startled by the attack accusations or the fact that his tsum was nuzzling itself into your chest. And you were cuddling it back?

Azul found himself becoming increasingly worried that his tsum shared the same feelings he had for you.

What if you discovered that he liked you because of his tsum? You would probably hate him and then he'd never see you again and all because of that stupid ball of stuffing!

First it was going to steal his job, then his crush. Sooner or later, Jade and Floyd would completely replace him with the thing!

Azul collected himself enough to take a deep breath and offer you a hand.

"My deepest apologies for this unprofessionalism. May I offer you a VIP seat while I get everything sorted with our clingy little waiter?"

You smiled and took Azul's hand holding the tsum against your shoulder with the other.

"I'm really not bothered but I'll never say no to a better seat."

While Azul walked you to your new booth, he put on a customer service smile just for you.

"Say, Y/N, you seem to enjoy cuddling with the little tsum quite a bit."

"Can't deny that," you chuckled and squeezed the puffball tighter. It wiggles its stubby arms with joy. "I've grown fond of the little fellow."

Azul's eyes narrowed slyly.

"I have a proposition for you, Y/N. You may cuddle my tsum as much as you like, with a few conditions of course."

"Of course," you repeated with a roll of your eyes.

"I don't even ask much of you," Azul continued as he summoned a contract with his magic. "Just sign on the dotted line and the tsum is practically yours."

You narrowed your eyes at the fine print before chuckling.

"For every cuddle Azul-tsum receives, twice as many must be returned to the original Azul," you read aloud with a smirk on your face.

"A tempting offer, is it not, prefect?"

You smiled and set the tsum down on a nearby table much to its dismay.

Before Azul could react, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him into a tight embrace.

"Very tempting indeed."

🍄 Jade Leech 🍄

You were walking peacefully back to Ramshackle from your afternoon classes when you tripped over something soft in the road.

You spit the dirt out of your mouth and looked up to see a mini Jade hopping around on the road.

You sighed and stood up, dusting off your uniform.

"You did that on purpose, didn't you, you little schemer?"

The tsum stopped its gleeful hopping to wink at you.

You laughed and squatted down to be roughly eye level with the plush.

"Well don't think you can indebt me to you. I'm a lot bigger than you after all," you said before realizing the irony. "Huh, that's funny, it's usually the other way around with Jade."

You continued on your way home but noticed the tsum still bouncing after you.

"What? Did Jade send you to collect a payment?"

The tsum shook its head, or at least it would have if it had a head. More like it just shook its whole body.

"Do you need something?"

Another shake.

"Are you gonna follow me all the way home?"

An enthusiastic nod.

"Just like the normal Jade. Can never take no for an answer."

You sighed and held out your hands to the tsum.

"Come on, let's get going. I can't have you tracking dirty stub prints all over my shiny nice desecrated wood floors."

The Jade-tsum hopped eagerly into your hands.

Before too long, it started to rain.

You groaned and looked at the little tsum in your hands.

"Guess we gotta make a run for it, eh, Jade-tsum?"

The tsum bounced in excitement.

You held it close to your chest and made a break down the dirt road to your dorm.

By the time you made it back, the tsum was stuck to you like glue.

"Come on, little Jade, I'm all wet and muddy, I need to take a shower!"

The tsum stayed stuck to your shirt no matter how much you tugged at it.

"Guess this is my life now."

After your fourth lap around the dorm, trying to dry off with a plushie attached to you, you got a phone call from the Jade's cell.

"Y/N," you answered tiredly.

"How fortuitous I was able to reach you, prefect," you heard Jade's easily distinguishable voice from the other line. "Would you have happened to see my little lookalike anywhere? I'm afraid it's gotten away from me and it's much too difficult to search in the rain."

"Yeah, actually. It's kind of attached to me."

"Attached, you say?" Jade's voice perked up with interest. "Whatever do you mean?"

"I mean literally attached. It latched onto me like Velcro and I can't get it off for the life of me which is quite inconvenient."

You heard Jade chuckle.

"That does sound quite characteristic for a version of me," he mused, making you wonder what the implications of that statement were. "I shall be right over to remove it."

About 20 seconds after he hung up, you heard a knock on your door.

"That was quick," you said as you got up to open the door.

Jade was standing in your doorway, soaking wet with a sneaky smile on his lips.

"How did you get here so fast?"

"Oh, I was already on the way."

You laughed as you stepped aside to let Jade in the door. As per his usual polite self, he took off his muddy shoes before following you to the dying room (it's in such poor shape you don't bother calling it a living room).

"Why'd you call ahead if you were already coming?"

"It is polite to give warning of one's arrival, is it not?" Jade cocked his head in fake innocence. "I would never wish to be unexpected."

"Jade Leech, you are always unexpected."

He smiled at you rebuff.

"I shall take that as a compliment," he cleared his throat and turned to you. "Now for the matter of our other unexpected guest."

Jade looked at his tsum double who was still firmly snuggled into your chest.

He bent down to look the tsum in the eye and you didn't quite hear what he said to it but from the way it released it's hold on you and scampered off to the couch, you assumed it was a threat.

"Thanks, Jade," you said exasperatedly though you knew there was going to be a catch later.

"I accept your thanks, prefect, but your payment would be much more appreciated."

You sighed and grabbed your wallet from your pocket.

"If you're going to make me work shifts at the Mostro, I would much rather pay you in cold hard madol."

Jade pushed your hands down and looked at you with a dangerous glimmer in his eyes.

"I'm afraid your little leech has not been removed, prefect, only replaced with a larger one."

You backed up as Jade approached you with a sharp toothy grin. Eventually, he backed you up against the couch and you fell over backwards.

"Poor helpless prefect," Jade tutted, looming over you, his dark silhouette outline by the flickering light of your ancient chandelier. "Who would be able to help you if a slimy eel decided to... latch on?"

Your breath caught in your throat as the wind was knocked out of you by a crushing weight on your body.

You waited for Jade to keep squeezing the life out of you but for some reason it never came.

Instead you felt the nuzzle of a much larger head into your neck.

Once you recovered from the shock, you smiled and began stroking Jade's hair.

He growled under your touch.

"Mine."

...

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[chuusmuts]

imagine having a secret relationship with boyfriend!wanderer

smut. clingy and needy ahh reader, afab reader, soft(?) wanderer, semi public(?) sex, riding, praising, not proofread. the classic student council and the troublemaker trope.

okay, so i lied about posting more please don't be mad (early april's fool 🥱).

wanderer was the president school council, while you were the famous troublemaker. a perfect combination, right? since you often didn't get the chance to meet him, all you had to do was create some problem and whoosh– you were sent to his room. the good thing was, the teachers had given up on you and your little antics, they'd just let you do what you want.

"care to explain to me why you're here again?" he inquired with a feathery voice without looking at you as he caressed your hair, running his slender fingers through your hair gently while you sat on his lap, watching him scribble whatever (gibberish) on a paper. you stayed quiet for a moment before your arms snaked their ways around his neck. "i just miss you so much. sorry... couldn't help it." you whispered, nuzzling your head in the crook of his neck and licking it before gently nibbling on it.

wanderer's eyes widened slightly at your actions, taken aback by your sudden affectionate behaviour. his expression softened slightly, and he let out a small sigh as he wrapped his arms around you, holding you close. "i know you miss me, but i'm still the president. i have work to do." he said softly, trying to maintain some level of professionalism despite the situation.

he knew well that he could never be mad at you since you’d got him wrapped around your finger. you pulled away from his neck and gave a soft kiss on his lips. "come on, make time for me, please? i won't take long, i promise." you pouted, tilting your head right and left as you tried to persuade him with your cute voice before licking the outer of his mouth. you bounced your hips on his bulge, grinding on it slightly, giving him a hint of what you wanted and needed the most right now.

wanderer bit his lip, feeling his resolve weakening. he knew you had a way of getting under his skin, and he couldn't resist you when you did that. slowly, he nodded, dropping down his pen before leaning down and pressing his lips against yours, deepening the kiss as he penetrated your lips using his tongue. as your tongues tangled, he slipped his hands underneath your shirt, caressing your bare skin, feeling your warmth through the fabric.

wanderer groaned into the kiss as you kept grinding against his bulge, his hands moving faster over your chest, fumbling with the buttons on your shirt. when they finally came undone, he reached inside, grabbing hold of your bra and pulling it off, revealing your soft breasts. seeing your gorgeous body, he moaned into the kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth once more as his fingers teased at your nipples, hardening them with the touch of his fingertips.

you moaned sweetly as he rubbed and rolled your nipples between the pads of his fingers. you began to bounce more and more on his clothed cock before you finally stopped. your hands moved and found themselves on the zipper of his pants before unzipping it. sliding your hand under his boxer, you took out his hardened cock in one swift move causing wanderer's eyes widened and gasped. "i want to bounce on your cock... please..." your begged him, your voice sounding needy as you looked at him with the most pathetic look.

the feel of your hand wrapped around his shaft made him groan, and he leaned back in his chair, his legs immediately spread open to give you better access. his other hand moved to your waist, guiding you closer, wanting nothing more than to feel your wetness around him. "alright, little troublemaker, show me what you can do." he said, his voice low and smug. it's clear as crystal that he was enjoying every moment of this. if you weren't fast enough, you'd miss the slight proud smirk on his face.

a bright smile appeared on your face as he gave you the permission to ride his cock. without further ado, you pulled up your skirt until it reached your thighs before pulling down your underwear, just enough for his cock to enter you. with a loud moan, you struggled as you slid his cock into your tight and wet entrance. your breath grew heavy as you started to bounce slowly on his cock. though you quickly began to pick up the pace as you gripped onto his neck tightly to stabilize yourself.

wanderer let out a growl as you took his cock into your tight heat, his eyes locked onto yours as you began to ride him. he couldn't believe how good it felt to have you on top of him, knowing full well that you were the reason behind so many of the problems he had to deal with. yet, despite everything, he still loved you, even if he didn't show it as much as he should. he continued to watch you as you rode him, his fingers digging into your hip while his other hand slapped your ass, urging you to go faster. "if you want to ride me, do it properly." he said with a slight harsh tone, his voice husky.

a broken sob tore from your throat as you felt his cock hit that spongy spot inside you. your head was tilted back and your eyes rolled to the back of your skull as you rode him, your breasts bouncing every time you bounced on his cock. a bead of sweat formed on your forehead as you rode him faster and harder, your fingers digging into his flesh.

wanderer groaned loudly as you picked up speed, your body moving with a rhythm that only you could manage. his eyes roamed over your body, taking in every detail as you rutted against him, your breasts bouncing with each movement. he wanted to bury himself deep within you forever, to mark you as his own, but he also wanted to savour this moment, knowing that it wouldn't last forever. as you neared your climax, he pulled you close, pressing his lips to yours and muffling your cries with his mouth as he held you.

you bounced on him hard for the last time before your walls clenched around his cock and your orgasm washed over you, your moan followed, muffled by his mouth as he kissed you open-mouthed. your body shook uncontrollably as you came on his cock, he had to hold you tightly so you wouldn't fall off of him.

wanderer's eyes closed as he felt your body clamp down around him, his own release coming fast as he buried his fingers in your hair, holding you close as you both came down from your high. when he finally pulled away, he smiled at you, his eyes still half-lidded from the pleasure he'd just experienced. he leaned forward, brushing his lips against your ear. "that's my good girl. i think i'm going to enjoy having you as my little troublemaker." he whispered, his voice full of underlying lust and affection.

your cheeks flushed as you smiled shyly at him, your arms coming to wrap around his neck again. resting your head on his shoulder, you said softly, "i love you." he chuckled softly as you leaned against him, his hands running through your hair. "i know you do," he whispered, his voice barely audible above the sound of your heartbeat. "and i love you too, you know that, right?" he nuzzled into your neck, nipping lightly at your skin. oh, how badly you wished the school would just blow up so you could spend more time with your beloved boyfriend.

[lev1hei1chou]

Mini Gojo

Dad!Gojo x reader Genre: Fluff Words: 555 Synopsis: You dress up your baby like a miniature of Gojo Masterlist

You carefully adjusted the miniature blindfold on your baby's face, trying not to laugh at how ridiculously cute they looked. Dressed in a tiny jujutsu uniform that you had custom-made, complete with a tiny pair of sunglasses perched on the neck of the uniform, your baby resembled a pint-sized version of Satoru Gojo himself.

With a grin, you carried your little bundle of joy into the living room where Gojo was lounging on the couch, engrossed in a book. As you entered the room, he looked up, his eyes widening in surprise at the sight before him.

"Hey, babe," you said with a playful tone, "look who's here to say hi!"

Gojo blinked, momentarily speechless as he took in the sight of your baby dressed up like him. Slowly, a wide grin spread across his face, and he sat up, setting his book aside.

"Well, well, what do we have here?" he exclaimed, reaching out to gently lift the baby into his arms. "A little mini-me, huh? I must say, they've got excellent taste in fashion."

You chuckled as Gojo held the baby up, examining the tiny sunglasses and the miniature blindfold with amusement. Your baby gurgled happily, reaching out to grab at Gojo's white hair, much to his amusement.

"Looks like we've got a little troublemaker on our hands," Gojo remarked, ruffling the baby's tuft of hair affectionately. "But that's okay. With a sense of style like this, they're definitely my kid."

You watched fondly as Gojo interacted with your baby, his usual carefree demeanor melting away into something softer and more tender. It was moments like these that made your heart swell with love for both of them.

As the afternoon stretched on, you found yourself snapping pictures of Gojo and the baby, capturing every precious moment. From Gojo making funny faces to the baby's delighted giggles, it was a memory you wanted to cherish forever.

Eventually, the baby started to grow tired, their eyelids drooping as they snuggled against Gojo's chest. Sensing their exhaustion, Gojo rose from the couch, cradling the baby in his arms.

"I think it's time for our little one to take a nap," he said softly, pressing a kiss to the baby's forehead. "But don't worry, we'll have plenty more adventures together, won't we?"

With a smile, you followed Gojo as he carried the baby to their nursery, tucking them into their crib with gentle hands. As Gojo watched over the sleeping baby, you couldn't help but feel a surge of gratitude for the wonderful man by your side.

"Thank you for being such an amazing dad," you whispered, wrapping your arms around Gojo from behind. "Our baby is lucky to have you."

Gojo turned to look at you, his eyes shining with love and affection. "And I'm lucky to have both of you," he replied, pulling you close for a tender kiss.

As you stood together in the nursery, surrounded by the quiet sounds of your sleeping baby, you knew that this was exactly where you were meant to be – with the two people who filled your life with endless joy and love.

And as you watched Gojo place a gentle kiss on the baby's forehead, you couldn't help but think that there was nothing more precious in the world than this – your little family, together forever.

[milkloafy]

TWISTED TEA PARTY — WRIOTHESLEY

⋆｡˚ ❀ summary: in which you get drunk during a tea party with neuvillette and wriothesley comes to pick you up.  ⋆｡˚ ❀ contents: fluff, established relationship, fem!reader, drunk reader, bff neuvi is my fav, reader gets called princess bc wrio is such a doting bf who would treat u like princess <3  ⋆｡˚ ❀ wc: 0.9k+ ⋆｡˚ ❀ a/n: mmm i love me some twisted tea but the one neuvi and reader are drinking is 10x stronger than that juice for sure c:< is it just me or would neuvi be the best bff ever?? anyway pls enjoy some wrio fluff! 

Neuvillette didn’t take you for a lightweight. 

That’s why, during a late night tea party when you suggested ditching the tea for some alcoholic beverages instead, he agreed. 

Unfortunately for Wriothesley, Neuvillette was sorely mistaken. 

Just three cups of “tea” later and Neuvillette was forced to summon Wriothesley from the Fortress of Meropide where he was sleeping to come and collect his intoxicated girlfriend. 

“Can I touch your horns Neuvillette?” you cooed, reaching your hand out as Neuvillette backed away. 

He glanced at the door, wondering how long it would take Wriothesley to appear. You were a dear friend of his, but Neuvillette would rather sleep than be a babysitter. That was your significant other’s job, after all. 

“I would prefer if you did not,” he said politely, gently pushing your grabby hands out of the way. 

You frowned, eye growing watery at the rejection. In order to soothe your sadness, you poured yourself another cup of alcoholic tea and began to chug it.

“That is quite enough!” Neuvillette exclaimed, attempting to take the cup from your hands. He internally groaned when you sprang up from your seat and dodged his hands, clutching onto your drink as if it was your lifeline. You slurped the beverage in an exaggerated fashion, giggling at the look of exasperation on his face. 

He would never listen to one of your suggestions again. Ever. 

Thankfully for him, it didn’t take too long for Wriothesley to come waltzing in through the door, eyes surveying the room until they landed on you. 

You cheered at the sight of your boyfriend, running over to him in an instant. Neuvillette let out a sigh of relief when he realized he would be free for the rest of the night. 

“You’re here,” said Neuvillette, perhaps almost too cheerily. “I shall clean up. You, just take her and go. Please.” 

Wriothesley chuckled, smoothing your hair down as you burrowed your face into the crook of his nice. “I take it she got a little drunk?” 

“Just a little,” Neuvillette echoed dryly. “By her own suggestion, might I add.” 

“That little troublemaker,” Wriothesley said, his words scolding but his tone affectionate as he kissed the top of your head. “Thanks for calling me.”

“You’re welcome.” Neuvillette nodded, all but ushering the pair out of his office. “Now, goodnight and good luck.” 

Once Neuvillette closed the door on them, he wiped his brow and exhaled.

Finally, he was alone. 

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Just outside the office, you and Wriothesley began walking through the streets of Fontaine to your home in the Fortress of Meropide. 

Though, Wriothesley thought, calling it walking was a bit generous. It was more of you stumbling along and trying not to trip with Wriothesley guiding you gently. 

“Wow,” you mumbled, your cheek smooshed against his muscular arm as you peered up at him. “You smell s’good. And your arm is big and strong. Reminds me of my boyfriend.”

Wriothesley barked out a laugh. “Is that so?” 

“Mhm.”

“And who is your boyfriend, exactly?” 

“Wriothesley,” you said proudly, grinning at him as you shot him a thumbs up. “Also known as my baby, sweetheart, honey bunny, schnookums wookums bubblykins.”

He blinked. “You do not call me that.”

“In my head!” you argued. 

Wriothesley laughed at your ridiculous pet names but relented. “I like it. It’s endearing.” 

You nodded resolutely before easily getting distracted once more. “Can I touch your hair? It looks like you have wolf ears.” You gasped, releasing him in and instant and stumbling back. Alarmed, Wriothesley reached out to steady you. “Are you a…werewolf?” 

“No, that’s just my hair.” 

He leaned forward and let you place your hand on his head, feeling the soft strands between your fingers. Your mouth opened into a small ‘o’.

“See, it’s hair,” stated Wriothesley. “Not wolf ears.”

“Your hair is so soft,”you cooed, twirling it around your pointer finger. “Can I take one?” 

Wriothesley let out of a laugh of surprise. “As in a strand of hair?”

You nodded excitedly.

He rubbing his forehead in confusion but agreed nonetheless. “I’ll give you one when we get home.” 

With wide eyes, you looked at him as if he were a stranger at a tavern trying to make a pass at you. You backed away from him cautiously. 

“We’re going to your place?” you questioned.

“Our place.” 

“Wow.” When the shock wore off you began to giggle to yourself. “Good job, me!” 

Wriothesley laughed, a deep sound coming straight from his chest. You found yourself gravitating back towards him and planting your face between his two pectoral muscles.

“What am I going to do with you?” chided Wriothesley, voice filled with amusement as he looked down at you face-planted on his chest. 

“Nothing,” you murmured, your voice heavily muffled as you wrapped your arms around him to get even closer. “We can just stay like this.” 

He smile and leaned his cheek on the top of your head, allowing you to savor the moments of closeness. Drunk on his scent and the drinks you had with Neuvillette, you felt the buzz in your head growing heavy.

You yawned, pulling away slowly as you rubbed your eyes. “I’m sleepy, schnookums wookums bubblykins.”

“Let’s get you home then, princess,” said Wriothesley, taking you by the hand and gently tugging you along in the right direction. 

You looked at him gratefully, giving his hand a squeeze. “Can you tell my boyfriend he’s the best in the world?”

Wriothesley grinned as he planted a kiss on your forehead. “I’ll make sure to let him know.”

[kookooluvr]

Our Little Life (fic announcement)

pairing: dad!jungkook x (fem) mom!reader

genre: fluff, angst (only if you squint really hard), smut, slice of life au, businessman!jungkook, sahm!reader, lots of cute married couple moments

summary: moments in your little life with the man of your dreams, from the domesticity found in early morning burnt toast and bedtime kisses to late-night diaper disasters, passive-aggressive arguments about laundry, and him proving that married sex can in fact still break the headboard.

rating: 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

author's note: i've been so busy with tmhtl but i thought i'd put out the first part of this new couple i'm working on. i'm currently in the process of writing tmhtl part 8 but i wanted to introduce these cuties to you all before that is posted. i hope you love them as much as i do !! and pls feel free to let me know if you'd like to be added to oll's taglist 🫶🏼🫶🏼

(Teaser)

You close your eyes, savouring the steaming water cascading over your shoulders in the shower, blissfully tuning out the squeals and chatter echoing from the hallway outside. Tonight is date night. It's actually going to be your first proper evening out alone with Jungkook in almost two years and you intend on enjoying every second of it, including the rare luxury of an uninterrupted 'everything shower'.

Outside the bathroom, however, is an entirely different story.

"Jungwoo, please," Jungkook half-laughs, half-pleads as he chases after the giggling toddler. He's already dressed in a black button up shirt and black slacks, his cologne wafting through the air, his hair styled perfectly for date night. "Daddy's getting tired, you gotta put on your pyjamas. Don't you wanna help daddy out?"

The little boy shrieks gleefully, running in circles around his room, his messy hair bouncing wildly, his chubby cheeks flushed. "Nooo!" His high-pitched voice fills the room, delightfully defiant.

Jungkook, feeling slightly out of breath, shakes his head, unable to hold back a smile as he chases his half-naked son. "Jungwoo-yah! Come on, be a good boy. Work with me here."

"Nooo," Jungwoo giggles, shaking his head. He stands in the middle of his room, playfully wiggling his hips. "Daddy slow!"

Jungkook gasps dramatically, his hand clutching his chest in mock offense. "Daddy's slow?! Oh, you're asking for it, mister." He quickly grabs Jungwoo before he can run away again, swinging him around in his arms and peppering his chubby cheeks with kisses, making him squeal.

Jungkook carries him over to his bed and lays him down, attempting yet again to wrangle him into the tiny, light blue pyjamas decorated with little dinosaurs. "We gotta get you dressed, buddy. Mommy's gonna be ready soon and she'll be upset with daddy if you're not ready too."

"Play!" Jungwoo insists stubbornly, grabbing Jungkook's face between his small hands, squishing his cheeks. "Play, daddy!"

Jungkook softens instantly, his eyes crinkling affectionately. He turns his head to kiss his son's tiny palms, sighing softly. "Okay, let's make a deal. If daddy gets these pyjamas on you right now, we can play with your dinosaurs for a bit. Deal?"

Jungwoo tilts his head, thinking deeply for a moment, his expression so adorably serious that Jungkook has to bite back a chuckle.

"Okay," he nods, stretching his tiny arms up willingly. "Jamas, daddy!"

"Oh, now you want pyjamas, huh?" Jungkook chuckles, gently slipping the soft cotton onto his son's body. "You're lucky you're so cute, you little troublemaker."

"So tute," he giggles, his chubby cheeks puffing out, looking almost identical to his dad.

"You're definitely your mom's kid with that charm," he scoffs, buttoning up Jungwoo's little pyjama top before putting on the pants and smoothing down his messy hair.

Just then, the bathroom door opens, steam billowing out as you step out, wrapped in a fluffy towel, freshly shaved and exfoliated. You stand in the doorway of Jungwoo's room, smiling at your boys.

"Look at you two," you chuckle, watching Jungkook tend to your son. "Did daddy finally manage to win the battle of the pyjamas?"

Jungkook shoots you a playfully pointed look, sitting on the edge of the toddler's bed while Jungwoo climbs into his lap. "Don't start. Your son has limitless amounts of energy, you know."

"Daddy slow," Jungwoo chirps, giggling into his dad's chest.

[starkenobi]

Truth or Dare | Natasha Romanoff x reader

masterlist — warnings: mcu; +18 romance; a bit of explicit sexual content; a bit of fluff too.

Summary: Y/N is determined to show how much she likes Natasha. There is nothing better than a surprise, right?

After a hectic week filled with missions and reports, Natasha just wanted to relax that Saturday night surrounded by the people she loved the most. However, her plans went down the drain when Clint suggested truth or dare to liven up the night before poker.

“Truth or dare? What are we, kids?”

Her comment was ignored, of course. Everyone loved to tease each other, and what better way to relax after so many horrors than by acting like they were 14?

After a few rounds and a lot of drinking, Natasha had her peace ruined once and for all when she made the mistake of choosing dare. She should have noticed Tony's smirk, her friend's mischievous intentions clear on his face. Others might think that saying "peace ruined" was a bit of an exaggeration, but she was stuck in the cleaning closet with the person she most wanted to avoid.

Or rather, Natasha was head over heels for the one person, unfortunately, who knew how to push all the buttons to get on her nerves. So, when you were both pushed and locked in the cleaning closet, it was obvious that she wouldn't be able to resist your charms. Okay, who was she kidding? As soon as the door was locked, the silence lasted for a brief moment before the two stuck to each other like magnets.

"Hmm, it's been two minutes," you murmured breathlessly, nibbling on the spy's jaw after breaking the kiss. Kissing her neck, your hands slided from her hips to her thighs before continuing your thought. "Can I make you cum in less than 5 minutes?"

Natasha sighed, one of her hands going to your hair to hold it tightly and stop you from kneeling on the floor. Despite her body screaming for your attention, Natasha pushed the hands that were going up her thighs and inside her dress away with light pats.

"Hey, behave yourself!"Natasha grumbled, pulling hard on your hair when you tried to kneel once more. "Please, troublemaker."

Sighing heavily, you rested your head on the redhead's shoulder and your hands returned to her hips. "I know things got weird after that mission we went on together, but I really like you and I don't consider this just some dirty talk between friends."

Natasha wasn't prepared for a speech, even a brief one, from you. Frozen with one hand still in your hair and the other on your back, Natasha had lost all the words to retort at that moment. Swallowing hard, she tried to find a coherent thought, but was interrupted when she felt one of your hands sliding down the inside of her thigh again.

"Y/N..."

"I know," you murmured affectionately, as you placed a few kisses on Natasha's neck again and brought your hand down her dress, caressing Natasha's skin slowly, hoping that the other wouldn't say no again. "Just let me kiss you, okay?"

Without saying anything, Natasha pulled your face up, then kissed you with all the feelings and emotions she had held back. She knew that the best thing to do was to say no, but she also didn't want to deny you anymore. Maybe that wasn't the time for a deeper conversation, with alcohol in the system and friends in the other room.

Maybe the best thing was to press her body against yours, to become even more intoxicated by you, by the way she could tease and leave you breathless with a simple touch of her fingers. To lose herself in the pleasure that was being given to her, allowing you to touch her as if it were second nature, and reciprocating with sighs and soft moans that served only as encouragement.

“Hey, time’s up! You’ve been there for 30 minutes!” Tony’s voice sounded from the other side of the door, a small thud on the wood making both of you jump in surprise. “If you’re having sex, I’m banning you from all future missions!”

With the threat, you were the one who took the initiative to move away, your nimble hands lovingly adjusting Natasha’s clothes and hair. Natasha felt her face blush when she noticed that you weren’ at all discreet, slowly licked your fingers. Sharing a knowing smile, you placed one last kiss on Natasha’s lips before pulling her towards the door.

“Tony, you talk just like my father!” you retorted, opening the door, but receiving no response.

Natasha frowned, not that she would like to hear anyone complain until their ears fell off, but she found the silence strange. Intrigued, she let you pull her out of the bathroom by your intertwined hands, but as soon as you were in the hallway, she stretched on her tiptoes to look over you in an attempt to see if anyone was there.

"Natasha, don't ruin the surprise!" You grumbled, after realizing what the other was doing, letting go of her hand so you could attack her in a bear hug. Natasha let out an indignant little scream, trying to free herself, but when she understood the sentence better, she froze in the other's arms.

"Surprise?"

Without answering out loud, you turned on your heel and, as soon as you were facing the living room, released Natasha from the hug so she could look around. The room was tidy, with no signs that a friends gathering was taking place; some heart-shaped balloons floated tied to various surfaces, while on the coffee table there was a tiny, bright pink cake with a heart in the middle along with a red rose. Natasha let out a little laugh as she glanced sideways at you, who looked apprehensive, but she couldn't hold it in for long and soon threw herself into your arms.

Kissing your face, she wrapped her arms around your shoulders to keep her balance. "What do you want with all this?"

"I want to be your girlfriend.", you answered quickly, a little flustered, your arms tightening around Natasha’s waist. Laughing awkwardly, you rolled your eyes when Natasha arched an eyebrow. "Okay. Do you want to date me?"

Natasha let out a little noise of triumph, placing a long kiss on your lips before humming "Of course I do!"

The two of you exchanged a few more kisses before sitting on the floor next to the coffee table so you could share the cake. It was slightly soggy and the whipped cream was too sweet, but Natasha ate it without stopping smiling and, because of that, you couldn't stop smiling too.

You’d talk more during the next day, take some time to tie up loose ends and get into a more relaxed rhythm. But at that moment? You were happy to be together. Well, until the team returned to the living room, Steve and Sam carried more drinks in their arms, while Clint and Tony screamed at the top of their lungs to some random song, everyone celebrating the new couple.

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[yeonban]

Soma's eyes remain trained on the inhuman being, rigorously following each of its (...his?) movements with practiced composure until the creature draws closer to the ship. He remains motionless while watching the other and only once the siren's first hand appears within the captain's sight do his muscles stiffen, uncertain about what is to follow. He doubts that a siren's raw strength is enough to crack the glass (or rather, he hopes it isn't) thus dooming them to a miserable sinkage without a single viable method of revolting against their dreary fate, but rarely do ships survive a siren attack and thus, much to Soma's dismay, while he can attempt to estimate the creature's strength by human standards based on its appearance... he cannot be sure of any of his conclusions. Do their bodies even work in a similar fashion for an analysis of this sort to provide accurate results? For all they know, this puny body swimming on the other side of the glass could be enough to sink them with the equivalent of a tail whip, and Soma cannot say he wishes to find out if that truly is the case or not.

The captain's thoughts are interrupted by a recognizable movement, and his eyes widen in surprise at the siren's unexpected knowledge of human behavior. Is he... waving at him? Curiosity and unease join hands to double in response to this troubling realization, with the latter causing the frown on Soma's face to deepen significantly. This complicates things. If the siren is as familiarized with human signals as to mimic them in the proper context (telling him hi... is he mocking them?) it means there have been enough crews sailing through these waters for their body language to be learned even by sea-lurking beings. But where are those ships now? Perhaps the Uminyudo simply hasn't received the opportunity to come across them on the seas nor encounter any of its sailors at the taverns, yet he suspects that even if that were the case their stories describing such a striking creature's appearance would have flown far and wide enough for at least someone in his crew to hear of them. There have been no mentions of anything looking like this stranger presently eyeing his ship. A subtle grimace accompanies what the captain deems to be the likelier outcome then... and he figures the crew of those unfortunate ships have all been lost at sea, courtesy of no other than the man-eater currently warmly welcoming Soma into his territory. Great.

Apparently no longer finding Soma's chambers worthwhile, the other's gaze returns to meet his own, and something about this endeavor feels off. He has glanced Soma's way several times since noticing his existence, and yet... it might just be his nerves, but this time he can swear there is a tint of mischief lurking in those blue eyes, incomparable to the pure inquisitiveness from earlier. There is no time to ponder on the abrupt change before Soma watches his tail swish once, and it suddenly propels the siren's whole body upwards. The unexpected move leaves Soma agape for a fleeting moment before he forces himself to get it together and rushes back upstairs towards the open deck. Though he cannot tell exactly why while heading up the stairs, the side of the ship Soma is on vibrates slightly when the siren earnestly deadlocks onto its outer casting, and his chest begins to host a great sense of unrest. Nothing pleasant surfaces in his mind, far too many nasty possibilities to account for, and the yelps of his crew echoing upstairs don't do much in the way of calming his nerves either. Did that bastard attack them?

Crimson eyes turn to look at the sea first thing as soon as he reaches the deck, an attempt at observing whether any of the screams were due to one of their friends falling or being dragged overboard, but no sooner does the gentle sway of the waves notify him of no such calamity that Soma glances over at the shocked crew he can see, mentally counting each of them until the full-count matches that of how many members he knows there are in total. He cannot relax right now, but a fleeting wave of relief does briefly wash over him. However, although it would have been gratifying for it to last longer, the exasperated 'c-c-captain!' call compels him to look towards the source— a crewmate, trembling while gaping at what, from Soma's perspective, seems to be the sea... but it cannot be the sea that shakes a pirate, and there is only one other possibility besides that. The damned siren.

With a solemn wave of his arm, Soma issues an order for everyone aboard to back off, while he himself advances towards the spot he's noticed his crewmate being fixated on. As expected, vermillion eyes meet the blue pair again once he steps close enough to catch a glimpse of the intruder, and it seems the siren has decided to become their worst stowaway thus far. Remaining at a safe distance (nowhere is safe from their songs, but at least this far should be plenty for their other forms of attack), the captain stares at the brunette again, the frown adorning his face now being moreso of irritation than shock. Still, he does nothing to provoke Seiroku. Proud as Soma may be, a fool he is not. Their only weapons are ōdachi, and conveniently advantageous as they might be in a fight against fellow humans, there isn't much they can do in fending off a threat whose activity is mainly underwater. Even the mightiest swordsman's slash would fall flat against the pressure of the water, and Soma is not some sort of idiot who would mindlessly assume that he, nor any of his crew, would stand a chance in underwater combat when their opponent is a creature whose home is the water.

Though loathing the sense of helplessness creeping in, because Soma is certain that should they show any hostility towards the siren, casualties would become inevitable; the captain chooses to hide any such apprehension and antagonism beneath his practiced stern exterior... and attempt to talk with the peculiar creature despite his common sense warning him against the idea. It isn't as if he has many options to choose from, so he might as well try it. Does the other even understand human language? He likely possesses intelligence if he was able to imitate human behavior, but what of verbal communication? Is it possible to interact with these accursed beings at all, or shall this attempt end in an utter failure? ❛ What... are you doing. ❜ It doesn't come off quite as kindly as it should've, but Soma cannot help the slight turn of annoyance his tone takes when he gazes down at the claws currently close to tearing apart a few chunks of his beloved ship to uphold the stowaway's weight. Calm down. An eyebrow twitches, but that's the end of it. The pressure in Soma's shoulders is willed away to make him appear more composed, and his gaze never once strays from the beautiful stowaway. Not because of any sort of attraction, but to ensure that no unexpected dangers shall befall his men with this siren as their cause.

continued from here with @yeonban

HUMANS DON'T COME HERE VERY OFTEN. They had, once upon a time, ventured into these chillier waters, but that had long since ceased. Too many lost ships ; whether humans believed it sirens or sea serpents or , as of late, simply some NATURAL PHENOMENA. ( It makes Seiroku scoff because he is as natural as the jagged rocks that ships crash upon or the whirlpools. He is no less natural just because he isn't HUMAN. ) But they do not venture here often. It makes today's surprise all the more appealing when a lone ship dares to cross into his territory. And it is HIS. Which means this ship and its crew and whatever else it carries is also his, naturally.

His to play with, his to keep, his to eat - if he wishes.

The deep abyss of the ocean offers plenty of room for him to approach the ship, black tail cutting through the water as he merely observes for a little bit. He observes, and circles, watching weary humans sluggishly move. WEAK. VULNERABLE. The storms must have taken a toll. He's always found it rather funny how they venture to somewhere so dangerous. They can't breathe underwater even a little bit! But then he sees movement and curiosity draws him closer to the - glass ? He's heard someone once call the shiny-clear object as such. They drink from shapes of glass, and they use it sometimes in ships too. How strange. But it lets him see in and THAT makes Seiroku think he likes this glass stuff. He darts around a quick sweep and then sees one of them has VENTURED CLOSER. Brave sailor. Seiroku stops in front of the window of this human.

He tilts his head, black hair floating ethereally around him as he observes this human. Hunger is a weak thing for now - at least for flesh when his curiosity and desire for entertainment is so much greater. He swims closer and this human neither tries to run and scream or throw himself overboard to join him nor rush to attack. ( Sometimes Seiroku doesn't even need to sing - which is humorous and stupid. ) HE'S JUST STARING.

Seiroku swims even closer, until he's right in front of the window, until a clawed hand can reach up and touch the smooth surface. DOESN'T TRY TO BREAK IT, just studies it and then studies the human. His other hand lifts and the waves - a mimicry of human behavior just as much as human song. His black eyes flick around the room behind the human and the strange objects - some he recognizes and many he doesn't.

This won't do though. Observing is only fun for a short time. Seiroku needs to give a little push to get what he wants. Which is fine, all the PREDATORS of the sea do the same thing.

Seiroku looks back to make eye contact with the human, and then abruptly moves upwards, claws digging into the wood of the ship. Not damaging, not attacking. LATCHING ONTO THE SHIP. His claws are more used to flesh than wood, but it's easy enough to be able to use his claws to stay on the side of the boat. That, and he's done it plenty of times. Some sirens like to only stay in the water - to eat and let that be all. Seiroku has far more fun TOYING and LEARNING before his boredom inevitably leads to a gory slaughter. He's curious how long this group will entertain him.

[ohimsummer]

✎ . . .❝ —IT’D BE THE ONE WITH THE BREEDING KINK. ❞

—minors dni, poly! stsgverse, shoko cameo, m!preg jokes…i’m only a girl, pregnancy talk, breeding kink mentions so suggestive, dick is said once

⭑ ࣪ ˖ sum’z notes.ᐟ based off this post qwq

“suguru told me he stores cursed spirits in his stomach.”

“mhm?” satoru hums, shoves another spoonful of sugary cereal in his mouth before glancing between you and the aforementioned man. “what about it?”

the forced frown on your trembling lips is a dead giveaway to your amusement, if the delight in your eyes wasn’t enough. suguru sighs, satoru grins. nothing like troublemaking at 8am.

“excellent.” falls amongst your next words. “im one step closer to getting him pregnant.”

shoko slaps a hand over her mouth, muffling laughter that is immediately overshadowed by suguru's sharp gasp, choking on his oatmeal. “pregna—“

“who says you’re getting him pregnant?”, satoru objects, and pouts his lips at you. “i’m the one with the equipment to make that happen, how are you gonna get him pregnant?”

you wave him off with a dismissive hand. “im sure there’s a curse out there that can give me a dick or something.”

“y/n, i am a man.” suguru gawks at the two of you as he states the obvious. “i don’t even have all the necessary organs to carry children—“

“now, suguru, it’s alright. don’t you worry your pretty little head about that.” you reach over to thumb a gentle caress over geto’s knuckles. despite the affectionate gesture, the playful grin on your lips reveals your true feelings. and it’s not sympathy at his lack of a womb.

“yeah, shoko could always surgically implant you with new parts—ow!” satoru’s brilliant suggestion is interrupted by your brunette friend’s elbow to the back of his head.

“don’t include me in your dumbass idea.”, she scoffs, also flicking you in the forehead. she giggles at your exaggerated ‘owww!’ before escaping into the living room.

“i think if anyone here was gonna get pregnant—,” suguru narrows his eyes, “—it’d be the one with the breeding kink.” he studies you up and down after the snarky words.

“oh!”, you nod your head in understanding. “sooo, satoru?”

gojo objects through another mouthful of milk and cereal, “no! no, not me!”

“ah, you two do share that interest, don’t you?”, suguru wonders aloud. “i suppose it’s up to me to provide you both another worthwhile experience, then. and if it leads to satoru getting pregnant, so be it.”

“now, wait a minute!,” satoru interjects. “why is it just me and not y/n—“

“a worthwhile experience?” his upturned lips make your own grin widen, and the silent, mutual agreement to purposely ignore satoru’s protests only adds to both of your amusement. "just say you also have a breeding kink, suguru."

he chuckles. “shut up.”

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Ship Dynamics

Tall and gentle x Tiny and vicious

Overly ambitious x Not ambitious at all

Competitive x Competitive

Grumpy x Sunshine

Very affectionate x Doesn't like showing their affection

Touchy-feely x Not the most comfortable with touching

Book smart × Street smart

Cat person x Dog person

Extrovert x Introvert

Silly x Always serious

Troublemaker x Goody two-shoes

Super flirty x Very stoic in their affections

Naiv x Always suspicious of people

Dumbass × Dumbass

Life of the party x Wants to stay home

Very flirty x Gets so flustered

Protective x Completely reckless

Super optimistic x Pessimistic

Very competitive x Just happy to be here

More: Ship Dynamics Part II

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