#heres a peek at how trash i am

[satoruhour]

LAUNDRY DAY

a/n: I AM ALLIVEEEEEEE 🔥🔥🔥🔥 sorry i had a crazy week! can be read as a standalone piece but based off gojo’s roommate au of here and here / tagging @jabamin @hyomagiri @utahimeow @lov3rbody ☆

wc: 4k

warnings: sub!gojo that turns into dom!gojo, fem!reader, fantasising? gojo is a pervert too, mentions of semi-public sex, implied somnophilia, panty sniffing, pillow / dry humping, m! masturbation, oral (m receiving), deep-throating, praise, pet names, unprotected sex, multiple rounds, creampie / breeding kink, n*sfw under the cut

living with you was hard. brushing his teeth with you was hard. being around you — hard. both figuratively and—

there’s a loud sigh from you.

clearly tired from the day’s activities of ushering in freshman after freshman, you lugged your body into the bathroom. the same rehearsed words have been leaving your mouth as your cheeks hurt more and more by the hour, only to repeat it all over again the next day.

“you look like shit,” it’s muffled by the way the toothbrush is stuffed into his mouth, foam peeking out from the corners of his mouth and you’re trying not to tell your roommate (and boyfriend) to shut up — you didn’t have the energy to do, much less say anything and you certainly didn’t have time for your lover’s clever quips so late in the night.

it didn’t help that you recently had an argument too; well, trivial to him but much more major to you. it was a matter of getting gojo to keep his laundry properly and to clean up after himself once he’s gotten himself comfortable in the relationship. it’s not like he doesn’t want to — he was cleaning up in the first place to impress you — but now since he’s got you, it’s like he simply expects you to act as his little wife when it was a shared space. the exact argument you used against him.

“satoru— this is a shared apartment! you can’t just leave tteokbokki cups lying around with the gochujang sauce still inside! it’s going to attract cockroaches and ants!” you gesture wildly, the sheer amount of trash lying around making you even sicker than you thought possible. getting paid to usher in freshmen and then coming home to this? it felt like every cent of your hard work had gone to waste.

there’s only a grin on his face, “you’re so attractive when you’re mad, baby.”

that was another thing: the lack of seriousness that gojo possessed at times, simply talking to piss you off, simply living to be the bane of your existence. “and you’re fucking unbelievable, gojo satoru. clean up— or don’t,” you made sure to lace that last word with venom, “i don’t care.”

that seemed enough for gojo to snap out of his stupor, “no, no— princess, fuck, i’m s—” his brows furrow when he briefly spots the thickening glaze of your eyes, possibly filling with tears before you’re marching into your room to slam the door and he swears to himself. satoru had never felt embarrassment and shame and sadness like that day; having just taken a shower but his skin was sweaty and uncomfortable and his heart sat right at his feet.

gojo swears he never wants to hear you say his full name ever again.

since then, it’s been a little tense between the two of you. geto had noticed it on movie night, shoko realised you haven’t been looking at your phone as often. hell, even prof. yaga had to tell you that you were distracted way too much lately, and it’s only been two days.

satoru tried to possibly take back what he said with whatever powers he didn’t possess, but he only gets another sigh from you as you squeeze the toothpaste out and start brushing your teeth, not even sparing him one glance in the mirror.

and yet while he was the first one to start his nightly routine, he’s left to be the last again from the way he’s unable to stop staring at you, a recurring trait of his whenever you were in the same room with him. it’s a testament of how attracted he was to you — at how his shirt slips off your shoulder from how big it was because even when you were mad at him, you forgot about that little detail. gojo’s eyes trail from your exposed shoulder to your legs and back up again to your fatigued face. he skims over the shape of your eyes and down to your nose and he thinks he’s the luckiest man to be brushing his teeth beside you now, blessed with seeing such an intimate side of you even if it’s as simple as this.

until gojo’s eyes fall upon your mouth as your toothbrush is doing its job of perfect innocence, cleaning some teeth, scraping off the bacteria on your tongue, except when you’re switching it from side to side all your roommate can think about if it was his dick instead. and the thought leaves him as fast it comes.

all you do is shoot him a weird look through the mirror when gojo exclaims like he was a vampire whose skin burned under the bathroom lighting, and he regains composure with ease.

“i’m fine! fine. doing a-okay.” satoru speaks through the foam and it’s spraying everywhere and you’re too tired to care before you hear another gulp when you move your toothbrush again, “sorry! sorry— continue please.”

gojo is starstruck for an entirely different reason, now, watching the toothbrush making bulges at the side of your mouth as it moves in and out and he’s left to fantasise about the many, many times you’ve gotten him in you and the warmth of everything. he can feel himself get hard under his sweatpants when you start brushing your tongue and you gag and he wants to die standing in this 30 square foot bathroom because the last thing he wants to do is sexualise something perfectly mundane.

gojo isn’t like that (well, most of the time. can’t blame him for finding you smokin’ hot).

“what the fuck is your problem?” you’re speaking through your foamy mouth now, spitting it out and proceeding to clean up with no clue of what you do to him. satoru on the other hand — terribly excited that you’d even open your mouth to talk to him after two days of endless silent treatment. 

“nothing, baby. it’s nothing, i promise.” you can’t lie at the way your heart jumps at the familiarity of it all, of being in such proximity to your lover, doing domestic things like these and the ‘baby’ and yet your pride is holding you back on everything.

you go straight to sleep, too, not wanting to entertain anything related to gojo satoru and you feel just a little bad when he looks at you with those baby blues and a sweet pout on his face. he looked especially pathetic in the bathroom, like a deer caught in headlights at just the presence of you and you want nothing more to apologise. it’s never that easy, though; you needed a promise, you needed the reassurance that he wouldn’t be leaving you to clean up after him again.

all these worries are willed away when you finally fall into slumber in your own room, body craving the warmth of satoru unknowingly. you had stolen a pillow the day before and it’s been the sole source of his scent, the only thing to keep your mind sane.

gojo’s heart drops again upon seeing you already deep in sleep, thinking he had a chance to catch you before you did, but the needines for you never goes down even now. he cannot take his mind off the way you’d run your hands through his hair or tangle your legs with his, satoru’s limbs recall the memory of you playing with his fingers and how you like to curl your arms around his neck. 48 hours is enough for him to go insane, and also maybe at how your leg was propped up on his missing pillow, hugging it so tight to your chest. you hadn’t bothered to wear pants either, so all he can see is the shape of your cunt under.

he stalks into the room and kneels in front of you, finger so tempted to run along your folds and make you wet, staring a whole minute and weighing his options until decides he doesn’t deserve it, turning away and closing your door softly.

“going now, satoru.” it’s soft when you mumble it, not even wanting him to hear before you’re stopped. you’re donning the uni orientation shirt and eyebags, a soggy sandwich from yesterday staining your bag with its smell. “what?”

“made you somethin’,” gojo’s cute like this with a frilly apron and hair band, still managing to tower over you despite the adorable get-up he’s got on, “it’s a bento.”

and you wish you could just melt the pride that runs through your bones and kiss him all over, and you break just a little. a small smile and you walk up to him, grabbing the lunchbox and pecking him softly on the cheek, turning away fast enough to not catch his fangirl moment — because you knew you wouldn’t be able to make it on time if you did.

“we still have to talk later when i come back, okay?” you call out as you put on your shoes and you steal one last glance at him, “and today’s laundry day. you know what t—”

“yes ma’am!” gojo salutes and you roll your eyes with a small smile, locking the door behind you with heat on your cheeks and the pounding of your heart. it was difficult not to break when it came to satoru, when he’s trying so hard to win back your words and love, and so tonight you’ve decided after the tiring week is when you’d finally stop running away over such a small matter.

although, gojo got caught up in something way beyond your expectations even if he had his initial intentions (which involved ordering your favourite takeout and kneeling at the front door in apology). 

your roommate lays around for a bit before grabbing some lunch and heading to the back room, a little extension attached to the kitchen with a tune on his lips. it’s clear he’s a little driven by your little innocent peck, a sign that maybe you weren’t so mad any more. for the next hour, satoru is contently doing the laundry with a smile, until—

the panties you threw in before showering must have fallen to the bottom of the pile, the same one he saw you wear last night and he thinks maybe the low humming buzz he heard last night wasn’t his imagination because when he picks it up he can smell your arousal. there’s a stain from the previous night and another pool of juices from this morning and he now knows that it wasn’t the kettle.

“dirty girl,” he grins, “both yesterday and this morning?” he’s thought about this for the longest time, always holding himself back because you found him weird enough even before you were dating, always letting you do your own separate load for your undergarments. but since you’ve gotten together, you were more comfortable, throwing it into the same laundry basket — the compulsion has never been this strong before.

gojo puts it up to his nose and smells like the pervert he is, among other times: teasing you with a hand down your pants when the two were over at your dorm, fucking you in the kitchen as they focused on the movie, pounding into you with the windows open, and he almost ascends at the scent of your pussy juices. there’s a spark that goes down right to his core and he palms his bulge unconsciously, coming to his senses when the washing machine beeps.

he impatiently puts in the settings and leaves, heading straight for your room and is hit with all reminders of you. the perfume you used this morning and the body wash you share with him, walking almost under a trance to your bed where he moans at the softness of the sheets as he falls face first. it doesn’t take him much to scoot to your pillows, but the need for you is just too much.

gojo grinds his cock into the bed, whining softly as he whiffs up your natural body smell, hips moving on their own accord as he manoeuvres a pillow between his legs. he humps it like a dog, groaning and moaning and the strain on his dick is just too much, balling up the undies in his hand and his body tenses at the friction. 

“baby . . f-fuck—” satoru’s voice is high-pitched and choked, all the thoughts of you culminating into one big ball of desperation for you and he cums in his pants, tainting the fabric a darker colour than before. but he’s not done — his hips still move against the pillow, thrusting into the fluff as he rides out his orgasm, moans muffled by the pillow. “miss you . .”

gojo misses you more than anything, feeling so much distance even within the house that he flips over — by now the sun shines its golden rays a little less. the afternoon is winding down into a cool evening — and pulls at the waistband of his pants. he’s still sensitive, wrapping a hand around his hard cock and pumping and the sound that leaves his mouth is borderline slutty. with another smell of your cunt, he strokes his dick, using his cum as lube.

“oh . . r-right there— mhnng . .” satoru’s hips buck into his hand, squeezing and thumbing at his cock before unbundling your panties and wrapping them around his shaft. the sight drives him insane. sure, it’s one of your more everyday underwear, neutral in both design and colour but he can feel the fabric get wetter and wetter from how much cum he’s pushed out earlier and that’s enough to keep his hand pumping. “s-sweetness, cummin—”

gojo’s head makes a dent in your other pillow from how hard he was pushing it, back arching at how the warmth in his hand will never compare to your mouth or pussy. he can already feel his second orgasm approaching, your room filled with the squelch of his cock and his sounds and he shoots his load with a drawn out moan all over your panties and his stomach. his cum is always so much, dripping down his pelvis and onto his hand and also . . yours?

your boyfriend lets out the girliest scream you’ve ever had the pleasure of hearing, scrambling up to the headboard when he sees you hovering over his body. he accidentally kicks your chest in the process and you have to clutch it with a small “ow”, although a small smile is still present on your face.

“having fun?”

“dude, what the fuck?” 

your smile drops, “dude?”

gojo suddenly has his hands moving frantically, “nonono— no, sorry, i meant baby!”

you sigh, sitting back down on your heels as you take in the sight: his still hard cock and the sweat lining his body. his bangs are wet and your eyes flit down to your soiled underwear.

“uh . . i was just borrowing it,” gojo nervously chuckles, handing the cum-filled panty to you and your brows furrow.

“darling, you can’t just give someone back their clothes with your come on it.”

and your boyfriend pouts again, “i really am sorry. and for everything else, too. for not cleaning up and for being a general bum,” this is why you also (sometimes) favoured his unseriousness when you were talking about difficult things. the amount of times you had succumbed to his touches and kisses when you were mad at him was much better than your pride. gojo brings you onto his lap like his dick wasn’t just out, and you relish in the closeness you’ve missed.

“i need you to show me you mean it, ’toru,” he lights up at the nickname he loves just as you point a finger in his face, “aht! calm down. don’t think we’re all buddy-buddy again.”

“i will try,” gojo is smooth, taking your hand into his while the other brushes the hair away from your eyes. you lean into the touch, “and i will try until you see my efforts.”

you smile at his honesty, “and i’m sorry for ignoring you as well. it was childish of me.”

gojo hums, bringing your face in to plant a kiss to your lips, “i missed you like crazy, princess.”

you laugh, “yeah i can tell, i miss you too.” you gesture to all of him and he whines softly at the joke, squeezing your waist.

“you’re not weirded out?”

his breath hitches when you move down his body and situate yourself between them, finger tracing his tip and teasing him, “why would i be? i’ve literally fucked myself wearing your shirt.”

gojo gulps loudly, “you did w-what?”

“i’m just better at not getting caught.” all words are taken from his lips then, when your mouth engulfs him and the feeling of it is just pure insanity. gojo pants and his thighs tense, a hand gathering your hair into a ponytail to keep it from interfering. his eyes fixate on the way your suck him off, recalling the last time he’s watched you do that was in a damn bathroom. 

“y-your mouth—” satoru swears under his breath when you swirl your tongue around his shaft, the tip of his cock making bulges on the side of your mouth and it only leaves him calling out your name time after time.

“y’know,” you gargle on him, slurping up his cum, “i know what you were thinking starin’ at me last night.”

gojo snaps his fingers and mumbles out a shaky damn, because he can always be read like an open book. he just didn’t know he was that obvious.

“looked cute staring,” you mutter around him, “like a little puppy.”

you slap his thick length on your tongue, moaning when you feel just how heavy it is, “you just wanted this so bad, didn’t you?”

gojo whines at your words, nodding, and you go back to the abuse on his dick, bobbing your head up and down as your hand plays with his balls. the other moves over his torso, at the porcelain skin there and you can feel his stomach heaving at your ministrations.

“are you close, baby?” you ask mindlessly, the lewd sounds of his fat cock in your mouth sending sensations right down to your sex as well. you never really listen to his answer, taking a deep breath and sucking in your cheeks and soon you’re deep throating your lover.

“mh— mmf . .” sounds deep from your throat as your nose buries itself in his pubes, and satoru struggles to hold your tantalising stare. he can feel his tip hit the back of your throat and his moans are quick and high-pitched.

“cumming— ’m cumming,” before you come off and you go back to your pace and gojo’s small moans descend into longer ones at the feeling. his eyes roll back right into his skull as he twitches in your mouth and soon he’s spilling right into your throat and tongue.

“baby—” satoru’s eyes are squeezed tightly shut, “s-shit . .” and the sheer amount of cum always takes you off guard, sputtering over it when you drag your lips off of him. your boyfriend’s eyes are hooded and darkened, looking at how the strings of his semen droop from your mouth and connect right to his weeping tip.

“eugh, eat more veggies, ’toru. you’re bitter as fuck.” you say with a giggle, swallowing nonetheless as you wipe a hand across your mouth, “thanks for the meal.”

his spirit has certainly ascended, chest heaving and legs jelly from that mind-blowing orgasm. even he takes solace on the headboard, looking down at you with tired eyes.

“but i’m not done,” you truly weren’t, driving satoru to the brink after you’ve milked him to his limit, and yet he wouldn’t have it any other way as he thrusts into you, having had a new burst of energy after seeing your confidence wane once you’ve gotten his dick in you.

it was cute — your words breaking up and staggering as you sink down for the first time after two days, reduced merely to whines as you ride him. gojo lets you have your fun for a bit before he properly flips you over, pressing down on your lower back.

“fuck yourself onto me, baby,” he can tell you’ve missed him too by how you squeeze around him, a sly grin on his face when your hips push back onto him. he sees the tight hold you have on the silk sheets and the soft whimpers leaving your mouth. “good girl . . juuust like that.”

you’re jerking forward when he slaps your ass, letting it ripple from the force of both of his hand and your hips. but he takes over soon enough, grabbing both your arms and pulling you gently off that you’re hanging limply. and even while he does that, he’s still focused on the way your lips spread to accommodate him together with a ring of white at the base of his cock.

“that feel good? huh?” gojo mumbles, loving the way you arch your back and your head lols forward, just letting him do whatever he wants to you. you’re too far gone to even quell the ache in your thighs, too distracted by the wetness of your pussy.

“feel s— s’good, satoru—!” you moan out and like always satoru is indecisive in everything, now tugging you up to rest chest to back. “g’na cum!”

your legs spread more and more as your lover keeps you tightly pressed against him, an arm around your neck and the other, waist. wordlessly, he guides your face to the side, meeting your mouth in a sloppy, drooling kiss and his hips stutter at the way you mewl into his mouth.

“that right, princess?” he asks into your lips, relishing in your face contorting in pleasure. eyes reaching heaven and your mouth parted cutely even more when he props a leg up and his cockhead presses against your cervix ever so lightly.

“y—yeah . .” it’s a mix between a whine and a moan before the only rub of your clit from satoru’s hand sends you reeling and you’re trembling in his hold. you can feel your juices coat his length just as he cums as well, too obsessed with the way your cunt feels aeons better than his pathetic hand. he litters your skin with groans of his own, continue to fuck his cum back into you as you milk him dry with ropes and ropes of semen painting your womb white.

“good little girl,” he hums, and you sigh at the feeling of him cumming again, sensing him removing himself with you with an obscene pop! and you want to continue. you’re already moving your hips yet again, begging with small please’s but the happy-go-lucky song of the dryer interrupts the both of you. you scowl.

gojo laughs into your neck, and you’re left grumbling as he sets you down gently, letting you catch your breath before he presses a kiss to your sweaty cheek.

“i’ll handle it, baby,” satoru made a promise to you and he’ll keep it. he hurriedly pulls his sweatpants over his bottom half, “you just rest up.”

it’s not even two minutes later that you already miss him, trotting over to the laundry room in nothing but his shirt and you just watch as he removes the clothes with a certain tranquillity and delicateness that you’d like to see this sight more often and all you can muster in the moment is your arms around his middle.

and the sweetness of the moment is immediately ruined by gojo, “let’s fuck here. whaddya say?” 

your roommate and lover can only grin when you turn him around to smack him (“it’s!” slap “not!” slap “sanitary!” slap “here!” slap), finally happy everything’s back to normal. satoru simply presses a kiss to your temple.

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[burts-baked-bees]

Okay?

OPLA Sanji x Fem!Reader

{masterlist for OPLA Sanji ongoing story}

Tags: Slight angst to fluff, slight pining, Sanji and reader are close friends and have truama bonded, Sanji has no clue he's in love with reader the poor sap

CW: Launguage, mentions of abuse, slight WCI spoliers, mentions of drinking

“I swear I’m one shift away from throwing myself in the godforsaken ocean.” Sanji huffed angrily as he threw himself down in a nearby booth. The Baratie had cleared out for the night leaving the cooks to clean the line and the waiters to clean the dining room, but halfway through the dreaded cleanup Sanji had both metaphorically and physically thrown in the towel. The dish cloth he had been holding went flying across the room as he put his feet up on the booth he was in and groaned indignantly.

“That old shitbag won’t so much as let me breathe on the line! I’m a cook! Not a fucking waiter!” He yelled, turning his head back towards the kitchen, as if Zeff could hear his complaints.

“You think maybe it has something to do with the fact that you call him an ‘old shitbag’?” A voice came from the other side of his booth. A small smile curled his lips as he sat up some and peeked over the rounded edge of the red leather seat.

“Oh I’m sorry, did I interrupt your nap time madame?” Sanji laughed as he took in the sight of Y/n laying on her back with her eyes closed in the opposite booth. “So sorry for the inconvenience, but aren’t you meant to be cleaning tables?” He teased as Y/n cracked an eye open and glared at him.

“Aren’t you?” She asked with a sly grin, earning an eye roll and angry huff from the blonde.

“Seems the only thing I’m meant to do is slowly die from boredom in this trash heap of a restaurant.” Sanji sighed as he fell back into his seat, pulling out his lighter and messing with the lid. Y/n laughed softly before sitting up and resting her arms on the dividing seat. She placed her head atop her arms and looked at him with a mock pout.

“Awww is the best chef in the East Blue all bummed that his dad doesn't like his cooking? Again?”

Sanji snapped his lighter closed and raised a finger at Y/n, pointing aggressively at her with a snarl.

“I am the greatest chef in the East Blue. Even if that geezer can’t see it.” He stated, earning a chuckle from Y/n as she sat up and raised her hands in surrender.

“Easy now, no need to shout at a lady.” She cooed as Sanji chuckled and gave her an angry smile, hanging his head.

“How dare you throw my own principles back in my face.” He chuckled as he began fidgeting with the silver ring on his finger. Y/n sighed and rested her chin on her folded arms again, smiling softly at the mop of blonde hair in front of her. She reached over the divider and brushed some of his hair from his face, earning a soft hum from Sanji as he closed his eyes.

“I think we both know he’s only doing and saying these things because he wants the best for you. Though I’ll be the first to admit, his way of going about it is absolute shit.” She laughed as she watched his lips curl into a smile. He looked up at her, her fingers brushing against his cheek as he moved.

“Yeah, I know…” He sighed as he leaned his head back against the wall. She pulled her hand back and looked at him with sympathetic eyes. “But you're a stowaway as much as me.” Sanji joked, “And yet I’m the one being treated like a sniveling child every fucking time I step foot in that kitchen.” He huffed as he looked over at her through his bangs. She chuckled as she hung her arms over the back of his booth and cocked her head to the side.

“My dumbass thought I could be a pirate and got stuck here paying off a debt cuz’ my ship damaged the hull of this ‘trash heap of a restaurant’.” She fired back, using his own words. He opened his mouth to speak but soon closed it again as he shook his head.

“Yeah that was pretty dumb.” Sanji joked as he pulled his jacket off and tossed it to the seat beside him. Y/n gawked at him before laughing and reaching forward to hit him softly on the shoulder. He leaned away from her and shouted

“Oi! Don’t damage the goods!”

She looked at him with mocking wide eyes and barked a laugh,

“Both Patty and I would have to disagree with you on that one, lover boy.” She snarked as Sanji rolled his eyes. A calm silence filled the space as Y/n sat up on her knees and looked at Sanji. She could see something was going on inside his head, and she knew him well enough to infer that he wasn’t going to say a damn thing. She studied the way his brow furrowed and noted how his eyes seemed more gray then blue in moments like these.

There was a profound sadness in him that she had only caught glimpses of in her three years aboard this ship. A profound sadness that he had more or less shared with her one drunken night in the bar when they should have been sleeping. A profound sadness that she wished every single day she could lift from him. The two sat in silence as the ship rocked softly under them; Y/n felt compelled to speak, to do anything that might help ease his overactive mind.

“Still, knowing what I know, having Zeff treating you like this can’t be good for the ole’ psyche…”

Sanji tensed up slightly at her words and Y/n mentally kicked herself for making that insinuation. She wanted to help him, but after the words left her mouth she felt a heavy guilt fill her bones. She watched as he shut his eyes and took a deep breath before smiling ever so slightly.

“Trust me, love. I may complain like this from time to time-”

“Almost ninety-five percent of the time."

“Ooookay. Almost ninety-five percent of the time, but nothing is worse than… what I came from.” He gave her a somber smile and pulled out his lighter again, flipping the lid open and closed in an almost rhythmic pattern. She returned his sad smile and pushed her baby hairs from her forehead.

“Sorry. I shouldn’t have mentioned that.” She spoke softly as she looked out at the empty dining room; the tables were cast in an eerie candle light and the china adorning the tables glimmered like stars. Sanji looked at her, as her attention was placed elsewhere, and smiled fondly. He felt a warmth rise in his chest as he took in the curve of her profile. The slope of her nose, the length of her eyelashes, the round of her cheeks. The candle light of the empty room cast dancing shadows on her face that made her look otherworldly; he felt his smile, and eyes soften as he looked at her.

“Y/n I wouldn’t have told you about my shitty past if I didn’t trust you to check in on me like this every now and again.” Sanji spoke softly as Y/n turned her gaze back to him. She was almost stunned to see the expression on his face. The look in his eyes was, most of the time, reserved for the elegant ladies that entered the restaurant day in and day out. And yet here he was looking at her like that. She brushed the fond gaze off and swayed her head back and forth while giving him an apologetic look.

“I know, but it’s still not my place to dredge up old memories of abuse when I don’t even know the full story.” She responded, playing with the ends of her uniform shirt.

Sanji smiled at her and leaned forward in his seat, one hand braced himself on the seat top while the other reached forward and pulled her towards him. Y/n closed her eyes as she felt his lips press against her forehead.

“I appreciate you checking on me. It shows that you care.” He said softly, his words muffled seeing that his lips were still connected with her forehead. She smiled softly as he placed a loud exaggerated kiss to the skin there before pulling away and holding her face in his hand. “Okay?” He asked with a huge smile. She laughed at his theatrics and moved to stand up, leaving Sanji sitting alone in his booth as he looked up at her standing form.

“Whatever you say-” She began as she reached out a hand to help him up. He took it with a laugh and allowed Y/n to pull him to his feet. “-My favorite Baratie waiter.” She finished as she dropped his hand and started walking away from him, stifling her laughter. Sanji stood there with his jaw dropped as she walked away from him, his shock soon turning into a smile as he watched her shoulders shake from holding in her laughter. He let a chuckle slip out as he pushed up his sleeves and made a beeline for her.

“How DARE!” He yelled as he grabbed her from behind and lifted her off the ground slightly laughing as she yelped and then dissolved into laughter when she broke free. She began running to a nearby table to put distance between herself and him as she pointed at him,

“Not fair!” She yelled, watching as Sanji pointed back at her.

“Don’t you dare get me started on ‘fair’!” He responded as he laughed.

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Zeff stood in the doorway to the kitchen watching as Sanji ran around tables with that wannabe pirate waitress. He observed in silence as the pair laughed and threw dish towels at each other instead of cleaning tables.

The small boy he once knew, terrified of making connections with those around him due to some dark past he kept to himself, was smling and laughing as he chased around what could only be discribed as a friend.

A small smile curled his weathered lips as he shook his head and walked away, the sounds of youth fading into nothing.

“Not bad, little eggplant… Not bad…”

#sanji x reader #sanji x you #sanji imagine #black leg sanji #one piece x reader #one piece x you #one piece imagine #live action one piece #taz skylar #opla #no spoliers for the show but slight anime/manga spoliers for new fans

[pupkashi]

I’m tipsy and all i can think of satoru being an absolute flirt when you’re completely fucking drunk and you’re looking at him across the room telling your friends you think he’s soooo cute

“hi” you smile, a little out of breath and has it always been that hot in here ?

“hello” he flashes you a dazzling smile, his blue eyes just barely peeking out from under his glasses

“my friend over there thinks you’re reallllly cute” you giggle, pointing at a wall then running to stand there, looking in the opposite direction and waving at him nonchalantly.

you run back to where he is giggling, satoru can only smile at your antics.

“i think your friend is very pretty” youre blushing at his words, already placing a hand in his chest as you giggle.

“well, my friend thinks you’re very attractive” you smile, pulling on his collar and smiling, “you single?” You ask.

gojo sucks his teeth, tsk’ing before he replies, “i actually have a very wonderful, amazing, beautiful, partner.” you pout at his words, trying to think of what to say in your drunken state.

“They’re so lucky,” you reply after a moment, you’re turning around before you hear him laugh loudly, your wrist is being grabbed and the world is moving too fast.

suddenly you’re in his firm arms, your face squished against his chest as he giggles, kissing the top of your head.

“but your partner!” you panic, ready pushing yourself away from the handsome man.

“you wouldn’t mind sweet thing” he mumbles, not waiting another second before pressing his lips against yours.

the room is spinning when you pull away, smiling and blushing before you’re running to the nearest trash can and throwing up. satoru is there in seconds holding your hair and rubbing your back.

it isn’t until the next morning when you wake up with a headache, groaning as you hear your boyfriends voice running loudly in your ear.

“good morning! hope you remember who i am now sweets” satoru giggles as you groan at his voice, pulling the blanket over your head.

“what happened last night” you groaned as he pulled the blanket gently from over your head, “one too many shots of vodka sweetheart” he mumbled as he handed you an protein bar and some ibuprofen.

“you also forgot we were dating” he smiled and your face flushed in embarrassment, “what the hell did i do” you mumble, rubbing your eyes.

“you hit on me” he laughs and you groan, wrapping your hand around his neck and pulling him down to lay next to you.

“stop talking, just cuddles” you mumble, closing your eyes before drifting off to sleep again.

satoru can only smile at your drowsy state, kissing your forehead before deciding one closing his eyes and falling asleep with you.

he deserved it after staying up all night with you talking to him about how your lover was so perfect, and throwing up between compliments.

#I’m so gone please ignore typos #if something doesn’t make sense plz ignore #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru fluff #gojo satoru #gojo x reader #gojo satoru imagine #gojo satoru one shot #gojo satoru drabble #gojo satoru comfort #tw alcohol #cw alcohol

[sorapricots]

Peachy

Summary: How everyone was shocked for an individual that hate PDA like Bakugou start to kiss your head more than he used to.

Pair: Bakugou x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Nothing? Bakugou is very tame in here

A/N: Hello it’s been 999+ years since I last post something. To be frankly honest… college is a no joke not to mention I’m close to my last year right now… I can feel my sanity and braincells are decreasing with the amount of papers and journals I have to write… but oh well now I am kinda back? maybe not but who knows :) hope y’all enjoy my post and have a great day!

Wc: 1,4k

Weekend is finally come, and you cannot help but decided to wake up a little bit later than usual. Of course your wish is only a wish because a certain someone decided to knocked on your door and wake you up from your deep slumber.

You groggily walk to the door to find out who dare to disturb you from your very needed sleep. And there they are. A pink girl with black eyes and A girl with violet hair staring at you.

“What do you want?” you asked her. Mina just shrugged off your grumpiness as she walked inside your room and start to rummage through your wardrobes. Meanwhile Jirou gave you a quiet morning as she took a seat on your study desk.

“Girl, it’s 10 in the morning, and today is weekend so why don’t we spent some times together at the mall?” you groaned as you flop down to your bed face first.

“Also you told us to remind you that you run out some of your bath necessities and you want to restock them on weekend. So pull your ass up and start to get ready.” You let out inaudible grumble as you roll your body to flop on the floor.

“Fine.” You let out a huff as you grab your towel and the outfit Mina already picked for you.

“God… I really did run out of shampoo…” you sighed as you toss the empty bottle of shampoo to the trash bin.

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You walk to the living room with Mina and Jirou after you finish taking a bath. And see a bunch of your friends lazing around. Your eyes quickly find the pair of red vermilion eyes that you love so much.

“Good morning.” You chirp as you stand in front of Bakugou. Bakugou grunt as his eyes move from Kirishima and Kaminari to you. He took a second to observe your outfit before answering.

“Mornin’ do you have somewhere to go?” he finally stand up from his seat. You nod your head as you hum.

“Yep. Mina, Jirou and I gonna go to the mall, you know… girl’s time. And at the same time I’m gonna buy some groceries because I ran out a bunch of stuff. so… do you want me to pick up something for you?” You lean your head deeper as Bakugou cup your cheeks with his callouses hands.

“Some spices. And just want you to be safe. That’s all.” You smile as you nod your head. Believing that Bakugou will send his groceries list later.

“Okay lovebirds come on we need to catch the train.” Mina decided to rip you apart from Bakugou. Receiving an annoyed grunt from the blonde. You only let out a small chuckle and wave at your boyfriend before left the dorm.

After you, Mina, and Jirou catch the train, the three of you manage to get a seat on a somehow not so crowded train despite it is a weekend. The three of you decided to discuss what to do at the mall other than shopping some groceries.

“What shampoo you plan to try? Didn’t you said you want to try a new scent for your shampoo?” Mina asked as she peeked your phone where you are busy looking for some shampoo testimony on the internet.

“Hmm… I don’t really know yet, but I do want to try peach scented shampoo… apparently according to the internet, peaches scented stuff are a bit popular these days.” You answer the alien girl while your eyes still planted on the LED screen on you hand.

“Oh but isn’t Bakugou did not fond for sweet scented stuff?” Jirou suddenly popped a question that make you think for a while. Shortly after you just shrug your shoulders.

“Well I don’t think peaches scented shampoo will have a dominant sweet scent. But even if it did, it’s gonna be ‘Suki’s problem, not mine.” Your answer made Mina laugh.

After a couple hours of walking and looking around the mall, Jirou, Mina, and you decided to go back home. While sit in the train you cannot help but keep looking at the new shampoo scent you just bought.

Anxieties and questions of what ifs start flooding your brain that makes you spiral down. Drowned enough you didn’t hear Mina practically scream at your ears. Your body jolted up when you feel Jirou’s ear jacks poke your cheek.

“Girl, are you really start regretting to buy that shampoo now? After we are one hour away from the mall?” Mina asked as she put her hand on one of her hips. You stare at her for a couple of seconds before let out a sigh of defeat and nodded your head.

“Don’t worry, I’m pretty sure he will like it.” Jirou pats your shoulder softly in attempt to comfort you.

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“We are back!” Mina screamed as she kicked the door open with hands full of groceries just like you and Jirou. Izuku and Ochako quickly help the three of you to put down the groceries in the kitchen.

“Did you get my groceries list?” Bakugou asked as he walk in with towel hang on his neck. You spin your body to see him before nodded your head.

“Yep I got all of them just alright!” you smile as you circle your arms around his slim waist. Bakugou give you an approval nod before he started to take out the groceries from its bag with you still latching to him like a koala.

“Peach scented shampoo?”  Bakugou look at you confusedly since usually you pick the floral scented shampoo. You just shrugged a bit before lean on his broad shoulder.

“Just want to try something new that’s all.” You said. Bakugou stared at it for another seconds before put it away for you to take back to your room.

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“Hmm it does smell nice…” you mutter to yourself as you dry your hair with a hairdryer after you finish taking a bath. You hum to yourself while putting some casual clothes you usually wear in dorm. Suddenly you hear a knock on your door. You quickly run to the door to welcome the person who knock on your door.

Surprised but not surprised it’s your boyfriend who knocked on your door. Waiting for you to open the door. You throw each other a confused stare before he let a short huff.

“Dinner is ready.” You let out an understanding hum before you step out from your room and walk to the elevator with him. You both wait in silence as the elevator went up. Bakugou suddenly smell something unfamiliar coming from you but he decided to ignore it. Not until both of you step inside the elevator.

“Did you put on parfume?” Bakugou suddenly asked. You look at him confusedly before you decided to sniff around.

“Oh, you mean my new shampoo? Does it smell good?” you asked a bit hopefully. He stared at you for a second before leaning closer to you. His warm palm carefully grabbed some strands of your hair before softly kiss it. It would be a lie if you didn’t feel your heart skipped a beat when he did it.

Suddenly the elevator door opened. You immediately pull Bakugou out while he still busy inhaling your new scent. You even have to purposely pull yourself apart from him to be able to walk to the dining room.

“Suki, people are staring.” You said under your breath. It only cause Bakugou to pull you closer and plant his face to the crook of your neck as you both sit down.

“You smell so good.” He said.

“Damn girl, what spell did you cast on him?” Kaminari teased while wiggling his eyebrows. You rolled your eyes jokingly while still try to pull your lover from you.

“Okay explosion man, you need to eat.” Your stern words make Bakugou finally pull himself away and huffed like a child.

“Fine. But I want a cuddle.” He said with a bold tone. Your cheeks immediately flushed brightly as you can see from your peripheral vision your friends giggling and wiggling their eyebrows to you.

“Fine. Just eat will you?” you shoved a spoonful of food to his mouth before you start to eat your own food. The said man just smirk before he started to put insane amount of spice to his food and eat it. Of course he did not forget to secretly putting his warm palm on your thigh.

#my hero academia #boku no hero academia #bakugou katsuki #bakugou x reader #bakugou katuski x reader #katsuki bakugou #katsuki x reader #bakugou fluff #katsuki bakugo my hero academia

[jihyoruri]

❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ 𓍢 SANTA DOESN’T KNOW YOU LIKE I DO idol ahn yujin x idol reader

❆warnings: yn is apart of new jeans, yn is a dork, wrote this while listening to santa doesn’t know you like I do by sabrina carpenter

this has got to be the fifth time yujin has bawled her eyes out all day. going through a big break up during the holiday season isn’t the ideal thing

the girl blew her nose into her tissue before she buried her face into her pillow, she’s about to start crying again until a soft voice interrupts her session of wallowing in self pity.

“yujin unnie?”

she knew exactly who’s voice it was.

to ahn yujin, yn was a nightmare, having one of your younger members best friends have a crush on you, isn’t the ideal thing for most people.

and it definitely isn’t the ideal thing for yujin.

new jeans is the new big thing, the six girls are completely untouchable with the success that they’ve been gaining since debut, so imagine the ive members reactions when rei brought one of the members to the dorm introducing the girl as her best friend.

yn was one of the most known members of the group, she was known for her charisma and talents and extroverted personality that has a way of wrapping everyone around her small finger

she also has the biggest crush on the leader of ive and the bane of yujin’s existence.

she just couldn’t stop taking her shots at the older girl, even when she was in a relationship, she’d say things like “hey unnie, when are gonna dump that chick?”, “rei told me that she was late again, couldn’t be me..”, “did you know I wrote super shy and attention about you? what songs has she written about you again?”

yujin groans and covers her face with her hands, “what?”

the door opens to reveal the younger girl with an adorable smile on her face, she had a white fuzzy beret on her head with a matching fuzzy white sweater and leg warmers, along with a hello kitty shaped polaroid around her neck.

“did you know it’s snowing outside?” yn asks as she walks into the room and closes the door behind her causing yujin to groan again.

“no.”

“oh, well it is.” she says before sitting beside yujin on her bed, “I heard about the break up…”

“yeah…” the older girl replies, “you’re probably happy about it.” she says before taking a peek at the younger girl only to see that she had genuine pity on her face.

“well… I can’t say I didn’t crack a smile when rei told me…” she says causing yujin to let out a laugh, “you’re the worst oh my-”

“but!” yn shouts over yujin waving her hands, “I am really sorry, I knew how much you liked her, even though she was hot trash.”

“gee, thanks yn.”yujin sniffs rubbing her nose. “she wasn’t that bad…” she adds making it yn’s turn to groan.

“oh come on!” the girl yells, throwing her head back, “she was the absolute worst, remember when she said ditto wasn’t even good when my members and I literally put our heart and souls into that comeback?”

“she also treated you horribly and you know that, I mean just look at the way she just left you.” yn says firmly causing yujin to nod her head defeatedly, “ I just know for sure that I could treat you better.”

“here we go again.” yujin says rolling her eyes, every time…

“no! I’m serious, she didn’t and never grew to know you like I do.” yn says grabbing yujin’s hand, “I know all your favourite songs… and even though I say the most stupid shit I definitely know how to make you laugh.” the younger girl adds causing yujin to let out a small laugh.

“see! when was the last time she genuinely made you laugh?”

“I don’t know…” yujin trails off and before she knows it, the tears are starting back up again, “gosh, I’m so stupid.”

yn immediately panics and pulls yujin closer to her, “no, you’re not! you’re the smartest, you’re hard working, dedicated and so talented and prettiest person I know, that asshole was just to stupid to see it.”

yujin looks deep into yn’s eyes and feels her face heat up slightly at the compliment, this is the first time the younger girls words have actually affected her and for some reason that makes her eyes water again.

“oh, how I wish I would kiss your tears away.” yn says before slapping her hand over mouth in shock, “there’s no way I just said that.”

yujin laughs again and wipes her eyes with the back of her hand, “maybe you can do that after the fifth date.”

“yeah…” yn trails of her face heated with embarrassment, “wait- what did you just say.”

“you heard me.”

“holy shit…” the younger girl says to herself, “wait does that mean there’s chance that you might go out with me after you’re healed from your relationship and stuff?”

“maybe” yujin shrugs.

“oh my gosh.” she says getting up from yujin’s bed, “oh my-! I gotta go tell rei!” she says before rushing out of yujin’s room.

yujin laughs at the younger girls antics but is shock when yn runs back into the room and places a kiss on the older girls cheek before running back out the room.

#ahn yujin #ahn yujin x reader #yujin x reader #ive x reader #ive #yujin ive #girl group imagines #girl group fluff #new jeans

[jellyfishsthings]

warnings: smut ... feral bathroom sex, arguing in the beginning, practically hate sex... was in my feels and found this unfinished in my drafts .... so here you go

"Well, it's not my fault you are so unlikable that no one wants to spend time with you. That's why you have no friends. You are so pretentious, stubborn, and an annoying perfectionist that you open your mouth, and people instantly hate you -”

My hand flew and connected with his cheek way before my brain processed the slap that answered his harsh words. My eyes gave their own battle as they fought the urge to slip the tears that threatened all my integrity. I sharply turned to my heels and walked as fast as possible back to my apartment, hugging my bag to the front of my chest.

As the door closes behind me, I rest my back on it as tears roll down my cheeks. Maybe he is right. Maybe that's why nobody likes me because of my character. I close my eyes in frustration, in need to relax, and a shower sounds so tempting right now. I head towards the bathroom and run the facet. Thank God; at least warm water is available. I change out of my clothes and stare at my reflection in the mirror. I seem hollow, my eyes are puffy and red from crying, and dark circles hang beneath my eyes. My cheeks are flaming, and my nose feels stuffy. The doorbell startles me from my self-pity. Whoever it is, they will go away just wait it out. The bell rang a second time, then a third.

I cover myself with a towel. Walk towards the door, peek from the peephole, and every movement is made automatically. What is he doing here? Didn't he already make me feel like trash? As I open the door, I say, "Wasn't what you already said enough? What do you want now? A round two of insulting me?"

"I want to apolog-,”

"I don't need your apology; I want you gone. Gone from my doorstep and gone from my life. Forever."

"Can you just -"

"No.”

"Please, let me -”

"Leave now.”

"DO YOU EVER SHUT UP?" he yelled. His face was bright red. His brows furrowed, and his pupils were a dilated, dangerous black. A vein was jumping in his neck.

"You show up here. In my house, after belittling me to apologize and have the audacity to yell at me because I do not want to listen to any of your absurd lecturing. You shouldn't even be here."

He stares at me intensely, breathing hard.

His arms unexpectedly shot out. He grabs my face and smashes his lips to mine. Kissing me hard, pouring all emotion onto it. He stalks into the house, pushing me against the wall. My towel pulls lower, and he takes advantage of that, turning his head slightly downwards towards my neck, leaving hickeys and harsh bites.

"Interesting. What a fascinating way to shut you up. I should have thought of it sooner." he murmurs onto my skin.

"You cocky bastard. Get out now."

"Hush, you. We both know we wanted this for a really long time. Let me make you feel good." His movements now are slow and deliberate, downright teasing. Sucking at my collarbones, then the tops of my breasts.

"Well, well, what do we have here? Were you about to take a shower?"

A breathless "Yes" was the only answer he received. He wraps his lips around my nipple sucking at it, circling it with his tongue, lapping and kissing.

"I can't change your plans now, can I? Maybe I should join you. And make it up to you. Show how sorry I am. What do you think?" His words are muffled, his mouth full by my other breast.

"I think… that we should enter the second door to the right down the hall” I say, moaning.

And that we do. I jump and wrap my legs around him. The towel is long forgotten on the floor. We bumped into the threshold of the bathroom door, the shower was running, the window was fogged up, and we both entered under the soft drizzle of the showerhead. Remus cursed before claiming that it was “too bloody hot, almost scalding” and I glared at him. He simply fired a smirk at me before pressing me into the wall. My legs are hanging loosely around him as he presses into me. His shirt is soaked just like his pants, and I would be able to make out every hard ridge in his body, from his abs to his cock. He grabs my hands and pins them just above my head. He slowly grinds on me, and I try to rotate my hips or even move them, but to no avail. He is simply too strong, and the bastard chuckles at my torment.

“You didn't think it would be that easy, did you?” He mouths at my breast, and he continues his movements. If the darned fabric of his trousers was there, he would easily be inside me and rocking me the way he did now. But, they offered a terribly good friction to my clit. One that quickly made me see stars and stained his pants.

I pant as I come down from my high, and he positions me in front of the cold glass on trembling legs. He has a good grip on my waist as he pushes me flush to the glass. My nipples hurt from the pressure, and the cold temperature and my neck stained to the side. I feel at my backside, his bare skin and his cock rubbing at the arch of my back, and I move my ass backwards, trying to get closer to him. He bites at the lobe of my ear, pulling at it before delivering a hard smack on my ass. I jumped slightly at the contact before moaning. He smirks at my neck as he trails his hand on my clit and he gently thumbs it. My eyes roll back as he enters one finger into my tight hole. He is knuckle deep as he curls his long slender finger, and he tries to find my g-spot. He draws back, and a small whine escapes me before he presses back with two fingers. He scissors them and curls them in the rhythm of my movement as I try to ride them. With his other hand, he alternates between twiking my nipple, fondling my breasts, and spanking my ass. Soon enough, I am once again over the edge and coming down hard.

He enters me from behind before I can catch my breath, and he fists my hair into his hand and draws my back to his shoulder.

“Scream for me, love. Tell the world how good I make you feel.”

His pace is relentless, my skin slaps against his, and the glass and silent screams exit my mouth. I am long gone from this world, too far deep into the pleasure. If anyone was to enter into the bathroom, he would see two breasts stuck into the glass, the body attached to them appearing and disappearing in a crazy fast pace and two hands trying to grab the smooth surface. He would also hear moans, groans, and curses accompanying the soft music of their bodies.

Remus grabs the running shower head, and he selects the most powerful option before positioning it on my clit. My eyes fly open, and a long scream sounds; that could be his name strangled out. We both hit our pick as I tighten impossibly around him, and he draws the water away, trying to be gentle with my overstimulated and sensitive body. I stay in his embrace, unable to move and trying to understand what the hell just happened.

“We should fight more often. If this is how it's going to end.” He says, chuckling as he bites my shoulder and grabs handfuls of my flesh.

No … yes … I hate him … thoughts travel too fast into my head, and he is still inside me. I clench around him, and he hisses in pain. Maybe we should do it again to get my payback…

words: 1.347

#remus lupin #remus lupin smut #remus lupin x fem!reader #remus lupin x reader #remus x reader #remus x you #marauders x you #marauders x reader

[here2bbtstrash]

it's sweet (explicit)

genre: a fluffy lil sickfic

pairing: taehyung x reader

summary: you forgot to call out sick from your dick appointment, but he stays anyway.

word count: 4.3k

contains: no smut just fluff????? new year new me 😎 but as this is fuckbuddies to maybe-lovers and there are certainly a few references in here to sex, because of who i am as a person, it's enough that i'm tagging it explicit anyway lmao. but this is all fluff! reader has the flu, tae is a sweet sweet boi and takes care of her, it's all a bit sappy~ 🤧

A/N: happy new year!!! and a very happy belated birthday to my capricorn prince 💜 this soft little idea got stuck in my brain and wouldn't let go, and i had a lot more fun writing it than expected. plus i feel like i only wrote tae as a menace in 2022 (sorry to tae 👹) so i had to right my wrongs with this one lmao. it was a nice interlude before i jump into LDOMLT ch11 (the final chapter 😭) - i hope you all enjoy and that your 2023s are off to a pleasant start!!!

read on AO3!

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You genuinely enjoy being single.

With your last relationship officially in the trash, you’ve found yourself settled into a comfortable peace. There’s no man in your life to mess up your plans, to force you to have to compromise or share anything, to suck up your energy and domestic labor like some kind of emotional vampire. You can do what you want, whenever you want, and you have a reliable rotation of both sex toys and fuckbuddies to keep you physically satisfied when the need arises.

Being single, you have come to learn, is fucking great.

Except when you get sick.

A knock at your apartment door drags you out of your DayQuil-induced slumber. You move to sit up with a sniffle before letting yourself drop back into your veritable nest of blankets on the couch, struck with the immediate recollection: it’s just the food you ordered. You’d specifically put in a request that they leave it at the door, but maybe the delivery person is just being nice and letting you know it’s there.

Except then they knock again.

And ring the doorbell.

“Jesus,” you groan to yourself, aggressively enough that you’re nearly sent into a fresh coughing fit, but you manage to choke down the spasm in your lungs as you drag yourself to standing. You cross the short distance from your couch to the front door, sure you look like death warmed over, and swing the door open.

At first, you’re certain it’s the DayQuil fucking with you.

“Taehyung?”

The corner of his mouth pulls up as he blinks sweetly at you, expressive almond eyes peeking out beneath untidy dark hair— extra fluffy today, like he’s just washed it and waltzed out of the house without any styling. His clothes tell the same story, a plain gray hoodie and joggers, creased a little like he’d just pulled them off his bedroom floor, though everything looks fresh off the runway on him.

As your eyes trail down his frame, you take in the container of ramen you ordered, held easily in one of his large hands, his long fingers hooking over the side.

His presence is typically a welcome one, particularly on Friday nights like tonight, but those are circumstances where you tend to be a little more… put together. So why is he here tonight?

“When did you start working for D—”

The food delivery service name dies on your tongue as your thoughts finally catch up with your mouth. He’s here tonight because it’s Friday, and this is what you do on Fridays. He’s here because you didn’t cancel. You’d had the thought in a drowsy half-awake state between naps, then had promptly rolled over and pressed your face into the pillow, telling yourself you’d remember to text Taehyung when you woke up.

Which of course, you did not. And so here he is, having clearly intercepted your delivery. And, it now occurs to you, having to witness how absolutely godawful you must look in your stained sweatpants, your hair surely a mess from a day spent napping on the couch.

“Oh fuck,” you mutter, quickly crossing your arms over your baggy t-shirt, suddenly very aware of the fact that you’re not wearing a bra. Why that matters when you’re standing in front of a man who regularly leaves hickeys all over your tits, you’re not sure, but in this moment it somehow feels like it does.

“Tae,” you take a step back, trying to keep him out of your germ radius. “I’m so sorry, I forgot to text you. I’m super sick, I think it’s the flu. You should go.”

He frowns a little, his eyes jumping from you down to the takeout container in his hands. “This is like, barely warm.”

That makes you smile a little despite yourself. A very Taehyung greeting.

“Yeah, well.” You roll your eyes. “I pay twice as much so it can take an hour and be cold by the time it gets here. Makes sense, right?”

His dazzling smile at your sarcastic remark only heightens your own self-consciousness, and you quickly extend a hand for the container.

“Sorry to make you come all this way. Hopefully next week I’ll be back to normal.”

Taehyung nods, yet makes no move to hand over the soup he’s currently holding hostage. “You should rest. Let me heat it up for you.”

You can’t help but wonder what he expects to happen when he crosses the threshold, and that makes you heave a sigh, then quickly bury the cough that chases after it into the crook of your elbow.

Thankfully your voice doesn’t give out when you manage to answer him. “I’m serious, Tae. I’m not—” you pause, considering how to phrase it: desperate to be railed? “—you know, the way I usually am on Fridays. Nothing’s gonna happen tonight. Except maybe you’ll get sick.”

He shrugs, like there are worse things. “I get it. But you shouldn’t be alone.”

At least he’s been sufficiently warned, you think to yourself, and then you relent, leaving the front door of your apartment swung wide as you step back across the living room to promptly collapse onto the couch again. You bury your face in the blankets with a muffled groan as you hear Taehyung shut the door behind him, then make his way into the kitchen.

As is typical with any man that enters your kitchen, you expect to have to walk Taehyung step-by-step through how to do everything. But, to your surprise, he asks no questions: he seems to find a good-sized pot and figure out how to work the stove all on his own, and you can hear him humming softly to himself as he goes.

Truly a credit to the male species, you think to yourself with a bitter laugh.

You collapse back against the cushions, a little too aware of the fuckbuddy in your kitchen to be able to drift off to sleep entirely. Nevertheless, you still find yourself slipping into a haze, your eyes dropping shut just to snap open again at the tap of a bowl being set down on the coffee table in front of you.

Your eyes widen as you sit up and stare down at your ramen, only to find two halves of a soft-boiled egg staring back up at you. You’d ordered from your favorite place in the city, which is easily the best ramen you’ve had in your life, but you know those fuckers charge extra for an egg. Which is why your cheap ass never orders one.

But here one is. So that means…

Taehyung drops down onto the couch next to you before you can even finish compiling the thought in your brain, but he must be able to read the look on your face. “Oh, do you not like eggs?”

“I— no,” you answer quickly. “I mean yes. I mean, I like them, I just… Thank you.”

You glance up in time to see him shrug, his mouth twisting a little, like he’s suddenly made shy by his own kindness. “Gotta get your protein in,” he offers casually, and you laugh over the steam rising up from your bowl.

He keeps a tentative cushion’s distance away from you, but you can feel his eyes watching as you take your first sip of the rich, warm broth. While you slurp it down, you tell yourself not to get greedy with Taehyung’s time: you expect this will be it, that with his act of kindness done for the day, he’ll get to his feet and be on his way. As soon as your front door slams shut behind him, he’ll probably be pulling up his text messages with one of the many other options that must be available to him.

You try to ignore the way that thought makes your stomach twist, to just eat your damn soup and not think about it. It’s fine. It doesn’t matter.

But to your surprise, Taehyung leans forward and snatches the TV remote off your coffee table with a triumphant sigh before slumping back against the couch, like he’s settling in. “Do you wanna watch something?”

You shake your head as you take another sip before answering. “You really don’t have to stay, Tae. I can appreciate that I’m not a lot of fun to be around tonight. And obviously you didn’t come here to watch me eat ramen.”

Already starting to scroll through your streaming services, Taehyung runs his free hand through his hair with a knowing, slightly horny smile. “Depends on what you mean by eat ramen.”

You nearly choke on a noodle, but he’s otherwise distracted, mouth dropping open a little as he clicks into one of the options.

“Oh, I know what we can watch.”

When he pulls up A Charlie Brown Christmas and promptly presses play, you can’t help smirking. “Christmas? You’re, what, five days late?”

Taehyung’s mouth opens again, like he’s going to say something, and then he just smiles that same self-conscious smile. “Ah, I just like the music.”

His long fingers splay out in front of him, miming along to the opening melody while he adopts the faux-cool expression of a jazz pianist. You hide a giggle in another sip of broth, and he quickly shrugs the impression off, crossing his arms over his chest as if to keep his limbs under control.

“And it’s cute,” he adds, voice halfway between shy and sentimental. “The little tree.”

It occurs to you now that you’ve never seen Taehyung so… your brain can’t find the right word. He’s just different tonight.

You nod as you slurp up a strand of noodles, and you can’t deny that he’s right as the movie plays on. It’s been years since you’ve seen it, not since you were a kid, but it’s just as enjoyable now, somehow timeless. You find yourself smiling softly as you finish your meal and settle back against the couch, tugging the blanket up to your chin.

All at once, Taehyung jumps up, and you watch dumbfounded as he silently scoops up your dishes and disappears off to the kitchen. When you hear the tap switch on, your jaw drops in sheer disbelief, and you sit up again, peeking over the back of the couch to get a glimpse of him: he’s pulled on the dishwashing gloves you keep tucked next to the sink and is making short work of not just the bowl and the pot, but the takeout container too, and your various other sick-person dishes you’d regrettably let pile up. Humming to himself along with Vince Guaraldi, like it’s something he does every day.

Your head spins as you drop back down against the cushion. What is happening? Did you take too much cold medicine?

That thought only reverberates louder in your brain when he returns, still humming the last few notes of the song. This time he chooses to settle in right beside you on the couch, as if entirely unconcerned about the contagious virus running rampant in your body— he just pulls you into his side, one arm wrapped over your shoulders, fingertips casually starting to play with the ends of your hair. Like it’s that easy.

You glance up at him, shaking your head a little, and Taehyung looks down to meet your gaze. “What?”

“This is just…” An incredulous laugh cuts off the end of your sentence. It’s hard to believe you’re looking at the same person. This can’t be the man who wraps his hand around your throat as he spits into your mouth, who will keep you in his bed for hours until you’re crying from overstimulation, who fucks you so good you can hardly walk the next day.

“I didn’t expect you to be like this,” you admit, pairing the words with a finger driven gently into Taehyung’s ribs. He squirms a little. “You’re… sweet.”

Taehyung’s lips part, and then he pauses, clearly considering how exactly to answer you. His mouth turns up soft at the corners, hesitant, as if he’s embarrassed to say what comes next. And then he says it. “You didn’t seem like you wanted sweet.”

The words settle over you, offered quietly in the low, rich tones of his voice, and as you keep gazing up at him, it strikes you: he’s not wrong. If he’d pulled this cozy domestic housewife act on you any earlier, on a normal Friday, you would’ve sent him packing without hesitation.

That thought makes you a little sad.

You tuck back in against Taehyung’s side, trying to refocus on the TV screen as you snuggle in under the blanket. Pressed close like this, you can feel the sturdy thud of his heartbeat in his chest, at a rhythm not dissimilar to yours.

“Well, I won’t tell anyone,” you breathe, and you swear you can hear him smile.

His touch lingers as the last few minutes of the movie play on: slipping from the ends of your hair to trace over the fabric of your shirt, then sliding further up to dip beneath the collar of it. The talented fingers you’ve become well-acquainted with work their magic in a new way, pressing firm circles into the muscles of your shoulders, muscles you didn’t realize were pinched so tight until he starts to work them open.

“Fuck,” you murmur, shifting a little to allow him better access as he continues. “That feels so good.” You can’t quite help the laugh that flutters out after your words; it’s certainly not the first time he’s made you say them.

There’s a small huff of breath from Taehyung beside you, and then his hand moves up to cup the back of your neck and give a gentle squeeze. It’s a comforting motion, and just arousing enough to make you sigh a note, your eyes briefly dropping shut. When they flutter open again, you realize the movie has ended, that he’s looking down at you, a knowing smirk toying at his lips.

“Don’t start,” you warn, unable to keep your voice entirely serious. “I meant what I said, I’m tapped out for the night.”

Taehyung raises his palms in the air, as if to claim his innocence, and you find yourself instantly missing the heat of his hand on your skin. “All I was thinking is that I kinda want dessert. Too tapped out for that?”

“I’ll never say no to dessert,” you admit with a soft smile. “I think I have ice cream in the freezer.”

Something glints in Taehyung’s eyes at your words. All at once he untangles himself from you and, rather than standing up and walking the long way around like a normal human, chooses instead to vault himself over the back of the couch, as if to get your freezer as fast as possible. You tip back against the cushions, momentarily overcome with laughter, and thankfully, it doesn’t trigger a cough attack.

After a second, you cocoon the blanket around yourself, then get up to follow after him, dropping unceremoniously down onto one of the barstools tucked on the far side of your kitchen island.

Taehyung glances up, clearly surprised, then continues trying drawers until he finds the silverware and retrieves two spoons.

“Just want to keep you company,” you say by way of explanation as he hands you one, and you reach down to pry off the lid of the pint of chocolate ice cream he’s set down on the counter. It’s only as you glance up again that you realize he’s grabbed something else, too, and is continuing to rummage through your cupboards. “Wait, what are you doing?”

There’s an innocent look on Taehyung’s face as he rights himself, the handle of a pan clutched in one hand. “I found something when I was looking for the ice cream. It’s my favorite. And I thought it might make you feel better, too.”

“Uh huh,” you intone, though your mouth is already starting to tick up, endeared. “A completely selfless act, I’m sure.”

“Of course it is,” he answers with an over-exaggerated wink, flipping the pan cooly in his grip. You squint at the bag as he thuds it down on the counter beside him, then sets the pan on the stove and flips on the burner beneath it.

Hotteok. You’d completely forgotten you’d even picked the bag of frozen sweet pancakes up a few weeks ago, that you had purposefully tucked them into the back of your fridge for a particularly good— or bad— day.

“Chef Kim,” you ask, feigning the tone of a journalist conducting an important interview as you fish your phone out of the pocket of your sweatpants. “Can I interest you in some background music, or do you prefer to cook in absolute silence?”

Taehyung glances back over his shoulder at you, his grin nearly too big for his face. “How about Sinatra?”

You raise one eyebrow at the admittedly unexpected suggestion. “Frank or Nancy?”

He pauses for a moment, as if considering. “Either.”

It’s only a few taps, and then Come Fly With Me is floating out of your Bluetooth speaker, and Taehyung is singing along to himself as he drops a frozen disc onto the heated pan, occasionally turning back to deliver lines to you with an extended hand.

You roll your eyes as you drag your spoon through the top layer of softening ice cream, sucking it into your mouth in an attempt to hide the grin that’s spread over your face.

By the third song you find yourself humming along too, trying not to put too much strain on your still-weak throat. The kitchen has started to smell of sweet, toasted dough as Taehyung works diligently at the stove, and he finally flips the burner off before turning back to you, a plate in each hand and a thick pancake stacked atop each plate.

“Sous chef, will you please apply the ice cream?” he asks, eyes wide and blinking as he sets the dishes down.

Quickly playing along, you nod as you begin to scoop a healthy amount onto each plate. “Yes, chef!”

“And sous chef, do you, uh… have any chocolate sauce?”

You bite back a laugh as his roleplay falls apart as quickly as it began. “It’s in the fridge.”

Taehyung promptly turns and pulls the door open, eyes searching the shelves before he finally spots the dark brown bottle and lets out a triumphant hum. He nudges the fridge shut again with his hip before striding back toward you.

“Plating is key,” he muses. You answer with an appreciative nod and a giggle when he uncaps the sauce, then leans down close to the plates, feigning intense focus as he drizzles each dollop of ice cream with stripes of chocolate.

Once his artful design is complete, he steps back, his tongue toying at the corner of his mouth as he spins one plate to admire his handiwork.

“What do you think, chef?” you tease, and he nods once, decisive.

“It’s perfect.” He glances up, shooting you a grin that knocks the breath from your lungs, and you try to collect yourself as he nudges a plate toward you, encouraging you to take a bite.

You carve your spoon through the pastry, right down the middle where it’s stuffed full of sweet brown sugar syrup. The flaky layers pull apart at the impact, warm enough that you can see steam rising off of the golden dough. You pair a small piece of pancake with a wedge of ice cream on your spoon, then bring both into your mouth at once, and the contrasting mixtures linger on your tongue: hot and cold, sticky sugar chased by rich chocolate. It’s so good that you can’t help but make a soft, appreciative noise as you press your hand to your mouth and chew.

“Do you want to know something?” Taehyung’s voice pulls your attention back, and you look up at him.

“What?”

“Today’s my birthday.”

There’s a split second where you wonder if this is another imagined scenario, and then your eyes widen as you take in the look on his face and realize he’s entirely serious.

“Wait, Taehyung, really?”

He nods once, bringing a spoonful of ice cream to his lips.

“I-I had no idea,” you stammer, suddenly feeling like an asshole. His birthday, and he’s here waiting on you hand and foot, while you haven’t so much as said a word of felicitations. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry.”

As soon as the words leave your mouth, he’s waving away your apology with his spoon, then proceeding to answer around his bite of food. “It’s not like I expected you to know. I don’t really make a big deal of it.” He shrugs. “I tend to… I don't know. I get sort of melancholy this time of year. The holidays, my birthday. It’s a lot all at once. A lot of pressure. To be happy. To have everything figured out.”

Nodding slowly, you let his words fully wash over you before you respond. “I get that,” you finally murmur, working off another piece of hotteok. “Nobody ever talks about it, but I feel like birthdays are kinda weird as an adult. You have enough of them and it just starts to feel like a day, you know? Not special.”

“I usually find myself just hiding out, waiting for it to be over,” Taehyung admits.

You take a second to think back. “Yeah. I didn’t even do anything on my birthday this year.” A self-pitying laugh rises up before you can stop it. “Honestly, this whole year was such a flop. I’m glad it’s nearly done.”

Taehyung makes a face like he can’t disagree. “Hey, sometimes that’s life.” He pauses, brow furrowing slightly, then reaches a palm across the table. “Can I play a song?”

“Go ahead,” you offer, pushing your phone into his hand. You scrape your spoon along your dwindling dessert, and haven’t even managed to bring the assembled bite to your mouth before the music changes— from one Frank Sinatra song to another, this one with a driving blues rhythm.

Taehyung is already on his feet, hips starting to sway. “Ah, come on. You have to dance with me.”

He’s closed the distance between you before you can even protest, his hands smoothing across the blanket still wrapped over your shoulders.

“Let me take your coat, ma’am.”

You shift off the stool and onto your feet with a smile as he unwraps the blanket from around you and tosses it toward the back of the couch, missing by at least a foot.

“Why thank you,” you tease, feigning some kind of Transatlantic lilt to your voice that makes him really laugh. “Such a gentleman.”

Taehyung turns to face you again, and then you feel his large hand pressing to the small of your back, warm even through the fabric of your shirt, and your heart stutters a little. You take his other hand in yours and let him lead, let him pull you all the way in until you can turn your head and press your cheek to the firm plane of his chest.

Frank Sinatra croons on about how you can’t let life get you down, and suddenly there’s a weight settling in the pit of your stomach.

“I feel bad, Taehyung,” you admit, and when you glance up at him, he’s looking right back down at you. “That you’re here with me tonight.”

“Why?” he asks, like he really doesn’t know.

“Because,” you shake your head. “I don’t know. There’s a million better places you could be. I can’t even give you birthday sex.”

“I wouldn’t have stayed if I didn’t want to,” he answers simply, then leans back, guiding you under his arm for a spin.

A little giggle bubbles up in your chest, catches on the first syllable of your reply as you twirl. “A-are you sure?”

Taehyung nods, thoughtful, when you come back to center again. “This is a good reminder that… I like taking care of people. It’s been a while since anyone’s let me.” The hand holding yours gives a gentle squeeze, and you can’t help but squeeze back.

“Well, thank you for taking care of me,” you answer softly. “You did a good job. Pretty sure I’m on the mend already.” You blink up at him through your lashes, and the way his eyes are fixed on you makes your heart squeeze, too.

It’s nearly overwhelming, taking him in like this, close enough that you can see every stray beauty mark kissed over his handsome features. Fluffy-haired, big-dicked Kim Taehyung— who would’ve thought?

Taehyung’s adam’s apple jerks in his throat as he swallows, and you feel a sudden rush of heat all over, one you don’t quite think you can blame on a fever. It hardly even occurs to you that the two of you have come to a complete standstill now, barefoot in the middle of your kitchen, Taehyung’s palm pressed to your back, the fingers of your joined hands now shifting to lace together.

“Taehyung,” you’re breathing his name before you even realize it. “Would you… want to stay here tonight? Like, sleep together, literally?”

The smile that flashes over his face is nothing short of brilliant. “Yeah, okay.”

Your voice dips a little lower, teasing, as you smile back. “I really do think I’m feeling better, so. Maybe in the morning I can take care of you, too.”

Taehyung’s fingers brush the length of your jaw, then reach up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear as you continue.

“I’ve got this spray that makes my throat totally numb, so.”

He pauses, his mouth so close to yours that you can feel his breath ghosting over your skin, but he can’t quite keep a straight face. “Fuck, why is that so sexy?”

You’re laughing against his lips when he kisses you.

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[tojisblade]

ღ 𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒎𝒆 ༺ ღ ༻ 𝒇𝒖𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒈𝒖𝒓𝒐 𝒕𝒐𝒋𝒊 ღ

— sneak peek

synopsis: one moment, you were doing something as basic as taking out the trash (like, literally), the next moment you were getting fucked by a wanted felon who pretty much broke into your place in hopes you‘d harbor him for a few minutes until the coast was clear. who knew the thrill of crime was so exhilarating you needed a quick one-night-stand to come back to your senses? or did you lose your mind entirely and just didn‘t notice in the process of being fucked into tomorrow?

༉‧₊˚. warnings: there will be smut, obviously, but details on that not yet available. fem!reader, toji calls reader princess. toji‘s a wanted felon on a murder charge

༉‧₊˚. this is just a sneak peek. let me know if you want to be added to a taglist :) !! i will try to finish the fic as quickly as possible.

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"Listen to me. The cops are after me and I need a hideout. Can I stay in for a moment until they leave?", he said franticly.

"W-what?", you stuttered, completely caught off guard.

"Fuck, just shut up", he groaned before he grabbed your wrist and pulled you inside of your apartment.

"Hey! What do you think you're doing?!", you then yelled, still not completely aware of what is going on. You had dropped the bag in shock as he pulled you in.

"Shut. Up!", he hissed, looking out of the window, just to see the two cops who were after him walking around the apartment complex with their guns drawn. "Shit."

He looked around, trying to figure out what was going on before he finally faced you. "Okay, listen. My name is Fushigure Toji, and I am being chased by the cops out there. I know, I'm just a stranger, but trust me, I am not going to hurt you, despite how this all seem like, considering the cops are after me."

"Uh... yeah", you scoffed, rolling your eyes.

"Roll those eyes at me again and I'll reconsider", he immediately continued. "Do not fucking interrupt me, princess."

"Fine, talk. You just broke into my apartment, so I do deserve some explanation. Start talking."

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[disneyprincemuke]

no other shade of blue, but you * ms47

you didn't have a favourite colour up until you met him

pairings: mick schumacher x fem!reader

word count: 1136

notes: i actually am so down bad for this man right now, don't really know what to tell you, so here i am with a short blurb for the man, the myth, the legend... also not THAT great so let me just skrrt skrrt

(f1 masterlist)

first dates, well, they're never easy. unless it's from a recommendation of your aunt's husband. she had gushed on and on about the man she was trying to set you up and while you were hesitant at first, hearing her husband talk about how amazing the guy is, you finally agreed.

you still remember, all those years ago, the unfortunate way that it had gone wrong for you and the man sitting next to you in his best suit. you press your lips together as you fumble with the lace of your dress, speakers booming with a monotonous voice as you tried to fight off the boredom that is unfortunately getting the best of you.

you drop your head slightly to glance at him, smiling slightly when he notices your stare. mick reaches over for your hand, squeezing it slightly before intertwining your hands. you remember when you used to pray, despite never being religious in your life, that you would never forget the way his blue eyes shine.

you remember how your car had broken down en route to the restaurant your uncle had asked you to drive to, telling you that he made the reservation under mick's name. you had to call your uncle for help, who was unfortunately out of town with your aunt, so the only person left to save you was mick.

you watched as his car drove up to yours in the dark of the night, you leaning against the trunk of your car. you pushed yourself off as he came to a stop right by you.

"are you okay?" he asked you, shutting the car of his door behind him. you had to take a step back to fully process the man that is approaching you. his pictures clearly didn't do him much justice, because he looks much better up close. "i called the tow truck, but it's going to take a while."

you smiled at him, at the time, only very thankful for the way he came to you without another question. "thank you so much for coming to me. mick, right?"

he nodded at you with a smile. "and you're hanna's niece, right? (y/n)?"

"yes, that's me." you offered your hand out to shake his, which he does take, surprisingly.

"i hope you didn't wait for too long," he muttered, turning away from you. he opened the door to the back of his car and reached in for something. "i was calling the tow truck for you and they told me they'd be a while."

you tried to take a peek at what he's reaching into. but he's quick with his actions, turning around to show you what's in his hands. it's a paper bag and a plastic bag with two cups in it. "we'll miss our reservation, and it's dinner - i assumed you're just as hungry as i am. i got us food to eat in the meantime."

you remember your heart skipping a beat when he laid it all out on the trunk of his car. it was just some fast food takeout, but you remember the way your heart felt warm when he pat the hood of his car for you to take a seat on.

"are you sure? your car looks expensive - i don't want to damage it," you said, shaking your hand.

in return, mick hopped on it first. he pats the empty spot on the other side of the hood for you to hop on. "don't worry about it."

you sat on the hood of that car for the better part of the next 3 hours. when the towing company told mick they would take a while, they were not kidding. neither you nor mick knew what exactly to talk about while you indulged yourself in a simple meal of burger and fries.

hour one was filled with food and small talk, both of you trying to properly navigate how comfortable you can get with your questions. you were still on opposite ends of the hood at the time.

hour two was when mick would keep the trash from your simple meal. you sat slightly closer to him, shoulders brushing as you indulged yourself in a conversation about the one thing you know about him: race cars. eventually, you talked about your relations to hanna and sebastian, and were curious why you'd never been to a race.

you would admit that you'd never been a big fan of cars, making it a point to gesture towards your beat-up vehicle that objectively ruined your date. he laughed, throwing his head back, and argued that this date was a nice change instead of sitting in a fancy restaurant for hours hunched over the table and trying to fit the stereotypes of a first date.

hour three, you found yourself a lot closer to mick. your shoulders are now touching and the conversation flowed way more naturally than you initially thought. he seemed to be more down-to-earth than you expected, admittedly scared away by the fact that his father is a very big name everywhere.

"okay, this is a stupid question," mick started, turning to you slightly.

"no question is stupid on a first date," you shook your head with a small smile. "what is it?"

"what's your favourite colour?"

you were stumped for the first time that night. you thought for a few seconds, looking ahead at the dead road as you debated in your head if you actually had one. mick would pipe down and slump his shoulders as he watches you think.

"i don't actually-" you turned your head to look at him, feeling your words catch in your throat when your eyes met his. you would feel this churning in your stomach as you looked at him, his eyes innocently staring into yours with his eyebrows raised to urge you for an answer.

you would sigh shakily as you answered him. "it's blue."

ever since then, blue has been your favourite colour. not just any blue - it has to be the specific shade that mick's eyes are. the dreamy and captivating blue that you would come to know and love for as long as you've known him.

before you know it, you stand at the end of the chapel with a mic in your hands. you glance over mick's shoulder, catching sebastian's proud smile before you return your eyes to the man who got on his knee for you.

"and actually," you say, as you wrap up your vows, "on our first date, you asked me what's my favourite colour." you look up with a small smile.

"i actually didn't have one. i said blue, because they're the colour of your eyes. i've never seen blue the same ever since," you smile. "i could probably live in it now."

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[succubusonthedoorstep]

ArtTeacher! Geto x Fem Reader (Part Two!)

Warnings? Explicit Language and Smut, sir kink, choking, breeding kink, possessiveness, reader is inexperienced.

2.5 Word Count. Read Part One Here!

Author's Notes? finally uploading this <3 send requests and hcs, while i still work on longer fics mwah

ArtTeacher! Geto’s yawn echoes throughout his empty classroom- the lights flickering to life a beat late. The room smelled of paint and morning air as the windows were left open from the day before. 

To say the least, the room was a mess. The freshman class seemed to have the cleaning habits of toddlers. He rarely even came in at this time, but he made an exception for you. 

The previous day, late into Saturday night, you texted Geto about coming in early for a head start on your new project. He assumed you must’ve gotten his number from the school website, while yours was already saved in his phone. He felt his ears go hot as the next text came in.

(Name:) i’d love to get your feedback on it too!

He glanced at the clock that read eight am- an hour Geto usually spent out on a jog or still in bed because the weekend allowed him. He’d prefer your company over breakfast or coffee, but he’d settle for class with no way to comfortably bring a date up.

He spent the next few minutes obsessing over the state of his classroom. During the week it served as the beginner’s art course and they often left it in disarray. Geto had to start locking up the resources and completed works from his class, as they often went missing.

But with no time for him to worry about it, Geto began setting up your workstation. You’d be here any minute and he didn’t want you to waste your time doing something he could’ve started. All of your time should be dedicated to your art.

The soft knock at the door signaled your arrival, and Geto felt his heart drop in his chest. He sets down clean brushes at your easel before making his way over to the door and opening it for you.

Looking down, his eyes gravitated to the sundress you must’ve worn for him. Making his way down, your hard nipples poked through the thinness of the cloth and Geto’s mouth watered. He wrote it off, as he hadn’t had breakfast and you looked good enough to eat. If he had you how he wanted, you’d be spread across his desk with your toes in his mouth and his fingers in your cunt. 

“I brought you coffee, sir! I wasn’t sure how you’d like it, so I got the good sugar and cream from the cafe,” Bright as always, you gave him a sweet smile and entered the class to set the cups down. “I really appreciate you letting me come in early.”

Firmly shutting the door behind him, Geto watched your ass in the dress as you set your bag down to pull out packets of sugar and cream. “It’s not a problem…” He lost what else he had on his tongue, enamored by your thinking of him. 

“Aw, and you got me all set up?” You asked, gathering the ends of your dress to sit on the cushioned chair. “Where’s yours?”

“My what?” He asked, picking up a lidded cup from the on-campus cafe. 

“Your chair?” You say it like it’s the most obvious thing. With your half-done canvas in front of you, Geto handed you a palette while he sipped the caffeinated drink. While he’d love to keep you company as he watched you do his favorite activity, the room was trashed. He’d think those damn freshmen were doing this on purpose, keeping him from you.

Grabbing a chair and pulling it beside yours, Geto looked at you pointedly. “I’ll check on you in a minute; I just have to do this before my next class,” he explained. The (unintentional) doe eyes you gave him didn’t work- only creating thoughts of those same eyes filling with tears as he face-fucked you.

A playlist Geto selected before you came in tuned out the sounds of him tossing empty bottles into the trash and sweeping the floor. The jazzy mix of melodies helped the both of you at your tasks- you’d begun the next step in your art process, and Geto got to sneak peeks at your cute face scrunched up in concentration. 

Cleaning the room was soon insignificant; reduced from an hour of work for anyone else to 30 minutes for him. 

Rolling up his sleeves he finished wiping down a few more easels before lowering the volume and taking his seat next to you. The black coffee had done its job, that’s for sure. 

“Do you like it?” You asked, setting your brush into a cup of water. His mouth was set in a hard line as he analyzed the brushstrokes and tones of color you’d created. He wasn’t sure before this how proficient you were before, but now there was no doubt in his mind. 

“It’s beautiful,” he began, leaning back into his chair and making his legs comfortable before scooting closer to your easel. “But, let me show you something. Pick up your brush.”

You obeyed, taking your brush in your hand and standing from your chair at the flick of his chin. Large, warm hands rested on your waist as he guided you back into his lap. With your palette in one hand and your waist in the other, Geto could watch you work from a much better angle.

“A-Are you sure this will help? I don’t wanna block your vision…”

“You won’t,” He simply said, already feeling his cock growing in his pants. The curve of your lower back into your perfect ass had Geto’s hand dangerously low on your hips. “Watching you from here allows me to see from your perspective. Are you uncomfortable?”

“No, sir.”

“Then don’t allow me to delay you any longer,” he concluded, setting you on his clothed cock and watching you work. You could feel his eyes on your canvas, examining the vulnerability you expressed through your medium. Adjusting yourself on his lap, Geto let out a barely audible groan at the friction.

So you continued, despite the growing heat between your legs. When you’d lean forward to dip your brush into water, Geto’s thick bulge would grind deliciously into your cunt. You probably looked so slutty, you thought, sitting in your teacher’s lap like this. 

Idly whining your waist in Geto’s lap was just pleasurable enough to continue working, until he couldn’t take anymore. 

“Wait, (Name). Like this,” The hand on your waist guided you back and forth over his dick print. You weren’t sure how this could help with your art, but he was the expert, right?

At least he sounded pleased. The light breathing became heavier and the hand on your hip lost its innocence. Thick fingers dug into your ass, slowly lifting the thin fabric of your dress until Geto revealed your cute light pink thong. The brush you held between your fingers trembled from the bliss of finally having him beneath you.

Next came the clinking of Geto’s belt unbuckling and hitting the floor, your panties not following long after. He had set the palette down in favor of pulling down the front of your dress to pinch and flick at your nipples.

“You planned this, didn’t you?” He demanded, slapping your ass and humming in appreciation at your desperate whimpers. The paintbrush slipped from your fingers and landed at your feet. “Not your first time seducing an older man?” 

“S-Seducing?!” You exclaimed, shifting to sit on his thigh and catch his lust-filled gaze. His lips were hovering over yours, maintaining eye contact as he took your hand and guided it over the bulge in his underwear. Watching your expression, Geto felt your inexperienced fingers stumble and stutter over the length of his cock. He could see the bashfulness seep in until you broke eye contact and pressed your face onto his.

Geto, completely enthralled, gave in to the amateur kiss without any doubts. Easily overcoming you, he guided your lips to smooth over his and pick up the rhythm of kissing. The room filled with hums of approval and the sounds of light smacking from your tongues tasting each other.

“Seducing,” he confirmed, moving his hand from yours to the center of your legs. Finding your clit immediately, he ran a digit up and down your slit. “With your cunt dripping all over my finger. Did you plan this?”

It was a rhetorical question, you assumed because he didn’t pull away from your lips to allow you to answer. Instead, he worked his middle finger in slow circles over your clit, drinking in the sweet moans you gave to him. When you dug your nails into his shirt, all decorum snapped in Geto. Picking you up bridal style, he effortlessly carried you to his desk and laid you down, slotted between your legs. 

Feasting your eyes on Geto undressing was a delicacy you didn’t know you needed. He first started with his shirt, loosening button after button and exposing his broad chest. You resisted the urge to sit up and touch, knowing from the look in his eye that he’d disapprove.

“First time seeing a man up close?” He inquired, shedding the thin fabric from his shoulders. Long fingers trailed to his loosened slacks, awaiting your answer.

“Yes sir,” you nearly moaned, drinking in his obvious arousal. The slacks he wore slipped from his hips, boxers following not long after. 

His dick was eight inches of perfection. The trail under his belly button led down to neatly trimmed hair, a pretty sight if you had ever seen one. 

He gave himself a few languid strokes, keeping his eyes on yours as he lifted your leg over his shoulder.

“I’m assuming it’s your first time,” he hummed, nudging your other leg open slightly. “So I can’t be too rough with you, hm?” His lips gave your ankle a few slow, wet kisses before he started running the length of his cock up and down your slit. 

You shivered, watching his cock thoroughly coat itself in your wetness. Geto’s hips rolled against yours, nudging your clit with every push he gave. 

“She’s greedy, baby. Look how she’s twitching under me.” His lusty voice deepened as he slapped your cunt with his heavy cock. You gasped at the contact and tightened your grip on the desk, hopes of receiving Geto’s mercy flying out of the window… The sight of your cunt gushing for him so prettily had him completely narrow-minded. 

With the tip of his cock pressed to your twitching hole, Geto admires his best work yet. He thought you couldn’t get any more beautiful, but being sprawled out on his desk with smeared lip gloss and desperate tears in your eyes proved him wrong. 

“Be good,” He cooed, giving your hip an affectionate squeeze. Geto pressed and split you open on his length, watching your mouth open wider the deeper he slid into you. 

Any mere passerby could incidentally stroll by the isolated classroom, peek in, and find the usually quiet teacher railing his newest student. They’d hear the crescendo of moans echoing through the room (and in turn the halls) and know how much your sensei wanted you. 

Your legs settled on Geto’s rolling hips, the steady rhythm he set shaking the desk with each thrust. One hand remained firmly on your hip, while the other was placed affectionately on your neck. 

“Oh, sir,” you encouraged, his eyes holding yours. “Please, just a little tighter?” Taking a hand from the desk, you placed it delicately on his wrist and pressed his hand harder. Geto had to break eye contact to not cum too early, giving you a quick peck on your lips and tightening his grip on your throat. 

“You ask so nicely; how could I deny you?” His lips brushed yours mercifully, maintaining the harsh strokes that had your release creeping up on you. 

The hand he set on your hip pulled your legs around his waist, a satisfied hmph coming from his throat when you locked your ankles together. 

“So demanding, baby,” he cooed as you wrapped your arms around the back of his neck. “If I didn’t know better, I'd think you’d done this before.”

His hand tightened at the insinuation, but only briefly. You were just too cute under him, writhing with the pleasure only Geto could grant you. His silky hair slipped from the elastic he loosely had tied, pathetically landing on the floor by his feet.

“Eyes here, princess.” His hand left your throat to take your chin in his fingers and make you look at him. His hair was draped over his shoulders and he had the pinkest tint to his cheeks. Geto wanted you to see; he was just as ruined as you were. 

“You gonna cum?” He asked, not allowing you to answer. His hips met yours in a quick snap, and you watched a sick grin spread across Geto’s cheeks as your face contorted with pleasure.

Your cunt gushed around him, your wetness coating the art teacher’s legs and causing him to chuckle. He released your neck to prop himself up onto the desk, pushing your legs up and settling himself into a mating press. The hand on your neck trailed down in favor of playing with your clit.

“Watch me,” He demanded, giving you a quick slap on your pussy. “We’ll paint the prettiest picture of this.” 

Keeping your eyes on where you connected, Geto painstakingly fucked you with slow, deliberate thrusts. Holding your gaze where he wanted it through the bliss he was giving proved almost too big a task. Every time your eyes threatened to roll back in pleasure, he’d give your clit an affectionate rub. 

“You’re mine, you know that?” He looked so primal, hair shadowing his face as he watched you nod your head furiously. “My pretty little wife. How clichè is it that we met in class?”

His newest name for you went straight to your cunt, both of your imaginations running wild with thoughts of domesticity and late nights of lovemaking. You couldn’t hold on much longer; before long the thumb Geto worked over your clit and had you squirting on his cock. Your chest heaved with heavy breaths as he continued fucking you, mumbling praise as his own orgasm rushed through him.

Geto couldn’t resist giving your cunt a few final sharp thrusts as he painted your walls white. The muscles in his arms flexed, his eyes shut tightly and he let out the prettiest moan under his breath. The light sheen of sweat glistened under the dull schoolhouse lights, making the thought of being Geto’s wife impossibly more digestible. 

“Ah, I’m surprised the desk held up,” He sighed, slowly pulling out of you. Warm cum dripped from your hole, only to be scooped back up and pushed back in even deeper.

“Can’t let it go to waste. We’ll try as many times as we need to, hopefully at mines next time?” He climbed off the desk and offered you a hand and a kiss on the forehead.

“I love to,” you stood on shaky legs, leaning on the desk for support.

With his cum running down your leg and his hand mark imprinted on your neck, ArtTeacher!Geto impatiently waits for the portrait he’ll paint of you pregnant. 

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[em1e]

fears | pregnancy scare uh oh

⿻ mini series ft. you dating shinichiro and whatever chaos that comes from that !! ✕ angst !! pregnancy scares, no gender-referring pronouns but reader is implied 2 be able 2 have kids !! ♡ series m.list

your hands were shaking more than you’d like, honestly. 

shinichiro left for work for the day and you were left babysitting emma and mikey since you were off and their grandpa was out - the two were elated when you’d arrived, and though you were just as happy to see them, something was eating away at you. 

you tried to talk to shinichiro about it before he left, but he pressed a quick kiss to your lips with he promise to discuss whatever you needed to later - something about needing to be at the shop earlier for one reason or another. 

so, you dove into the unknown alone. excused yourself to the bathroom while the two siblings promised to be good in the time you’re gone. 

one test was all you’d packed with you, all you’d grabbed from the store the night before when your period was two weeks later than you’d like it to have been. and now, sat on the floor leaning against the door, waiting on the results, you wonder if you should’ve just fought the anxiety creeping its way under your skin, taken a breath, a step back, and waited for shinichiro to get home from work so he could at least be here with you. 

it’s too late for regrets, you scold yourself with a frown, head hitting the door and closing your eyes while you wait for the timer to go off. 

should you even look at the results? or should you shove the test back into the packaging without checking until shinichiro gets home? fuck why couldn’t he wait two minutes? 

the alarm going off makes you jump, sitting up straight to peek at the styrofoam cup that previously held your coffee, lip pulled between your teeth as you debate. this is a together thing, isn’t it? you shouldn’t look, right? 

your shaking hand pulls the cup towards you carefully, kneeling in front of the counter to get a glance at the results. 

+

a fucking positive. you could puke, setting the cup down quickly before your trembling fingers drop it. 

god, what are you gonna tell shinichiro? you should’ve grabbed more than one fucking test. 

you jump again at the sound of knocking on the door, “(y/n),” emma whines from behind the wood, “mikey won’t stop changing the channel and it’s my turn to pick what show we watch.” 

you can hear mikey call her a little snitch, and it settles fully this isn’t the time to have a breakdown. you take a breath, dumping the contents of the cup down the toilet and flush, toss the test and the cup into the trash, and wash your hands. 

“mikey,” you’re calling out before the door’s fully open, looking around the corner to see emma’s made her way back into the living room and is playing tug-o-war with mikey for the remote, “guys.” 

they both drop it at the sound of your warning, and it clatters to the floor in time with your sigh, “let’s pick something you both want to watch, ‘kay?” 

a few hours later, shinichiro’s shaking you awake by the shoulder, an uncharacteristic frown on his face is the first thing you see as your eyes flutter open. 

“hey-” you start, blinking once, then twice to clear your blurry vision, but he cuts you off by presenting the test to you. 

“we need to talk.” 

your mouth dries at the sight of it, looking around to see where his siblings could be, “where’s-” 

“i told them to go outside and play for a bit,” he answers before you can ask, bringing the test back into your vision as you move to sit up from the couch you’d passed out on, “am i stupid or does this say positive?”

you swat it away with a frown, “it does, and you’re holding the end my pee was in, fyi.” 

he grimaces, readjusting his grip to the other end but remains unrelenting, “so this is where we talk about this.” 

“i tried to this morning,” you snap, cringing when you realize just how mean you sound, “you left before i could. . .” 

he mimics your frown at this, moving to sit on the couch beside you, “‘m sorry, i didn’t realize . . .” then clears his throat, “did . . . is this the only one you took? how late are you?” 

“it’s the only one and like . . two weeks?” you offer, head hitting his shoulder, “was gonna get more before i told you to be sure.” 

“you weren’t gonna tell me ‘til you were sure?” he leans away from you, forcing you to sit back up, but you look away with a nod. 

“would’ve been unnecessary stress, it could’ve been wrong-” 

“but it might not be,” he counters, frown only seeming to grow, “and you’d be going through all these motions alone when this is something we should be figuring out together.” 

and it’s like suddenly all the emotions you’d been holding back returned like a tidal wave, your lip beginning to quiver with tears filling your eyes. you open your mouth to retort, to say anything, really, but nothing makes it past your lips. shinichiro places the test in his lap, pulling you towards him by the shoulders and presses a kiss to your temple. 

“hey, it’s gonna be okay. we’re gonna figure this out.” 

“we don’t make enough for a kid, ” you say finally, when your tears begin to dry and shinichiro’s hold on you is so tight you don’t think there’s an atom of space between the two of you, “we don’t even live together,” you continue when he laughs softly, “i’ll probably have to drop out to pick up more shifts.” you add with a small frown. 

he squeezes your shoulder with a hum, “no you won’t. we’ll make whatever we can work, and we can look for somewhere together - or you could move here. you practically already live here, anyways, ‘m sure grandpa wouldn’t mind.” 

“s’alot, shin. different than taking care of your siblings.” 

“i know, “ he presses a kiss to your hair, lips lingering there as he continued speaking, “but we’ve had our fair share of training with kids, yeah? we can handle it.” 

in the end, you’re holding each other waiting for the response of three new tests. each with the definitive results of negative - the first was just a false positive. you hate the feeling of disappointment bubbling in your chest as each result comes up, but shinichiro is there to pull you close, kiss your temple and promise. 

“there’s always later, when we’re more prepared for it. we won’t have to live outta my garage, we’ll have our own house with a picket fence and we’ll make emma and mikey babysit when we wanna go out on dates,” he drags you to his chest from the bathroom floor, back pressed against the wall as you curl into him, “and we’ll be the best parents there are.”  he says it with such confidence, you can’t help but trust his every word. still, a tear falls from your eyes at what could’ve been - the potential of being one now lingering faintly in the air.

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[imagines-for-the-fangirls-soul]

New Years Day - Billy Butcher

A/N: Happy New Year, friends! Hoping that this year brings nothing but the best for all of us. Here is a little New Years gift, albeit a little late. I want to push myself to write more this year, on here and not, so hopefully you'll see a little more of me!

TS Prompt #2: New Year’s Day

Pairing: Billy Butcher x Reader Word Count: 1.3k Synopsis: New Years morning with Billy <3

The first thought in Billy Butcher's mind when he wakes up is that if he tries to open his eyes, his head will explode. He groans as he turns away from the light streaming in through the small apartment's bedroom window and chances a quick peek at the room.

His head has not exploded, but it is pounding. After a few seconds to get used to the cruel light of day, he rolls back over on his back. The sheets smell of whiskey and something else he can't place, but definitely a smell from the party last night.

He reaches out, expecting to find you lying next to him, probably just as hungover as he is, and hopefully as naked as he had left you the night before. His hand only brushes over the coldness of your pillow.

He sits up quickly, which is a mistake, as the drinks from last night threaten to come back up. As his stomach settles, he climbs out of bed and follows the light coming from the hall. There is rustling and clinking coming from the kitchen, much quieter than the clinking glasses from the night before.

He finds you here, a trash bag in hand, and a fluffy robe wrapped around you. You glance up at him when you hear his shuffling and give him a tired smile.

"Happy New Year," you whisper.

"Is it?" he asks. He stops in front of you and leans down to kiss you. "What are you doing up so early?"

"The sunlight woke me up," you say with a shrug. "Figured I'd get a jump start on cleaning up the mess of our party."

"You don't have to do that all on your own, love," he says, taking the bag from your hand.

"I also figured you'd be pretty hungover. I didn't expect to see you for a while."

"Are you not hungover?" he asks, quickly recounting in his mind how many drinks each of you had. You might have had a few less, but he had a higher tolerance. If he was hungover, you had to be.

"Oh I am," you say with a pained expression, "Which is why I took four Tylenol this morning and why I couldn't fall asleep after I did."

"Rest, let me clean up," he says, steering you towards the couch. He sits you down and kisses your forehead. As he does, he sees the mess of beer bottles, wine glasses, and anything else one can imagine scattering his living and dining room.

"Remind me why we had this party?"

"Because it's what you do on New Year's Eve," you say, standing back up, "Like how on New Years Day, you clean up all the bottles your friends left."

"What are you doing?" he asks as you walk back into the kitchen and grab another bag.

"This one is for the trash, you work on the bottles."

"Who brought plum flavored beer?" he asks in disgust, chucking the can into the bag.

"Oh, my work friend brought. It was not actually as bad as you'd think. I could have sworn you tried some."

"No," he grumbles, moving on to the next five cans.

"You were definitely there when she was passing them around."

"I'm telling you, I was not. In fact, the only time I saw you at the party was when it was over and you finally joined me in bed."

"Don't say finally like you were in there all night," you say with a roll of your eyes. "You partied well past midnight."

"Well how could I not?" he asks, "The music never turned down once until everyone left."

"You're even grumpier this year than you were last."

"It's the hangover, love," he quips. You laugh and then immediately put a hand on your forehead. Billy watches you wince and comes over to your side.

"Maybe you need more than just Tylenol."

"I'll be fine. I figured we'd get some greasy breakfast food after this is all picked up and then get back into bed," you say. Billy raised an eyebrow at you. "No, not like that. The only kind of pounding going on today will be the one going on in my head."

"That's fair," he says, kissing your forehead.

"Also," you say, grabbing his hand before he walks off to pick up more leftover drinks. "We spent more time together last night than just at the end of the night."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, dumbass, you kissed me at midnight."

"That wasn't me, darling," he says, dropping his garbage bag on the floor. He notices smatterings of glitter all over his floor, and knows that it will be an even bigger mess to clean up, but doesn't care as he wraps his hands around your waste. You drop your own trash bag and look up at him.

"I'm pretty sure it was."

"I would have remembered that," he says, "But now I know there's someone from last night who is getting the ass-beating of a lifetime."

"Oh shut up," you say, shoving him gently. "Remember, everyone started counting down and I pinned you down--"

"Ooh," he says gruffly, pulling you closer. You roll your eyes.

"I pinned you down, meaning I finally found you, in the kitchen, and dragged you back out here for the countdown."

"And then what happened?"

"And then the clock struck twelve and you kissed me. Just like this." You close the gap between the two of you and tilt your head up to kiss his lips softly. His hand travels up into your tangled hair and you melt into the kiss for a few more minutes.

"Just like that," he hums when you break apart.

"Mhm."

"Expected something a little more wild for a New Years kiss."

"Oh, believe me, it got wilder when everyone left."

"Yeah, I'm remembering now." He thumbs at the opening of your robe and sees that it is the only thing you have on.

"Remember what I said about pounding," you say, reading the look in his eyes.

"Seems like we could have foregone the party and just spent the night together. No headaches, and all the pounding," he says with a wicked smile. You laugh and fall into his arms. "Unfair I only get you at midnight."

"You can have me at all your midnights. And I know I left you alone for a lot of last night, but I knew I'd get you all to myself this morning, that we'd clean up bottles together on New Years Day," you say, rubbing his back gently.

"I feel honored," he says sarcastically.

"No one else I'd rather clean up with," you say, looking up at him before breaking away.

You are quiet for a while, cleaning up your unspoken half of the mess. It isn't until Billy brings his full bag back into the kitchen that you speak again.

"You know, my friend with the plum beer told me something interesting."

"Yeah?"

"Well, she had been dating someone at work and they broke up after a few months. She said the break-up had been fine, but that after it was over, she had to ask to be transferred. She said she couldn't stand hearing his laughter, even four or five offices down."

Billy grunts in response, not sure what to say.

"After she told me, I found myself picking out your laugh in all of the noise last night." You sigh and Billy turns towards you. "Please don't ever become a stranger whose laugh I can recognize anywhere."

"Y/N," he says gently, taking you in his arms again. "Never. I love you."

"I love you, too." He leans in to kiss you once more, his grip on you is firm as he deepens the kiss, making it more meaningful than the quick one at midnight, or even the ones he scattered over your body last night.

"Happy New Year, love."

"Happy New Year, Billy."

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[evermourning]

han jisung x reader | wc: 0.9k | genre: hurt/comfort, sick!fic, highly self-indulgent | warnings: mentions of illness, mentions of anxiety, non-sexual nudity, language, NOT PROOFREAD | a/n: i couldn't find a jiji sickfic so i wrote my own. voila bitches

when you called jisung to let him know you were sick, he dropped everything in his possessions to scramble home to you. it was an odd sight for chan and changbin - they'd been going over an upcoming song that needed a little more reworking on the outro when jisung's phone buzzed. he held it up to his ear, a quiet "hi, jagiya" just barely leaving his lips.

the two men with him watched with equal amazement as his eyes widened. jisung hung up almost instantly, shoving his things into his bag and dashing out of the studio. incredulously, they stared at each other for a moment or two before getting back to work.

jisung arrived home in record speed, out of breath as he stepped into your shared apartment. there you were, curled up on the sofa almost pitifully, a trash can filled to the brim with used tissues beside you.

when you saw him, your eyes were watery and you hugged yourself tighter. in that very moment, the world around jisung stopped. all that mattered was you. he came closer to you, wary of your sickness but prepared to toss caution aside if you needed him that badly.

"i'm so useless," you spat, hot tears streaming down your cheeks. you were shivering- or were you trembling? jisung didn't know. he wasn't a doctor. "i can't even keep myself from getting sick, and at such an important time too. hell, i can't even perform basic tasks. i'm achy as shit."

his heart rate quickened. he didn't want to let you down, ever. but what if he did? his anxiety was threatening to take hold of him, its dark tendrils peeking out of every nook and cranny in his body. he forced himself to remain calm. his most important mission was helping you.

taking a deep breath to ground himself, jisung knelt down beside you, looking up at you with his large, dark eyes.

"hey, look at me. you didn't do anything wrong, okay? you just got sick. that's not your fault at all. how about you go get ready to take a nice, hot shower, and i'll get you something to eat. then, once those two things are done, we can watch a movie together."

you nodded, hesitant, and slowly made your way to the bedroom, a fleece blanket still tightly wrapped around you. once you had disappeared, jisung pulled out his phone and called minho.

"hi, min? can you do me a huge favor? i'll pay you back for this, i promise. you're a better cook than i am, so could you make a batch of chicken noodle soup? thank you so much, man. i owe you."

minho could never turn down a plea from his best friend, and he heard the worry hanging upon every word. he immediately got to work on the soup.

meanwhile, jisung reunited with you in the bathroom, where you were testing the shower's water to make sure it was hot. sure enough, the room was becoming steamy, perfect for your congested nose. you began to undress, but stopped when you noticed jisung's shirt was peculiarly on the ground.

"ji, what are you doing?" you asked, stepping back. he gave you a soft smile, causing your heart to flutter.

"i'm showering with you. you said it yourself: you feel so achy you can't perform mundane tasks. let me help you, please." he tried to take your hands in his, but you pulled them back.

"but if you get sick, it'll...it'll all be my fault. you're on an important schedule." he scoffed at your words.

"i'd rather be sick so you could take care of me. you'll owe me, won't you? now let's get in the shower...i don't want the bill to get any higher!" he finally grabbed you, helping you out of your clothes and into the shower.

"that's because you hold full-on concerts in here, doofus." you grumbled. usually, whenever you showered with him, jisung did not wait to make suggestive comments about you. but this time, all that escaped from his lips were soft, loving words of praise. you truly brought out the best in him.

you stood there, your legs ready to give out on you at any moment, knowing that jisung would catch you. the feeling of his soft, soapy hands carefully massaging your scalp was tranquil. he helped wash every inch of your body, his eyes never leaving yours.

it was endearing, you reminded yourself, how jisung knew the risks of helping you. he had a career where he needed to be healthy all the time. but in this very moment, it was just you and him. no obstacles or fears were there to harm you. you knew moments like these were finite, tangible only until your brain was weary with forget. you were determined to keep this memory forever. to tell jisung when he needed a story to cheer him up, and maybe even to tell to your own children someday.

by the time minho arrived with the soup, you were sound asleep on the couch, in your favorite pajamas and tucked carefully into the blanket. your head was in jisung's lap, and his eyes were filled to the very brim with devotion.

he wished you could stay here, beside him, until his final moments.

@evermourning, ©2023. all rights reserved.

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[spookymoosestudio]

Hey Everyone! So now that I officially have the first draft written, I am excited to share with you all that I am creating a childrens book this year called... "Toni, the Punk Rock Opossum!" (don't act so surprised 😆) It will be a short tale of how Toni became a "Punk Rock Opossum", and it will be told in the style of a rhyming song! ♥️ This project is a HUGE deal for me and I am going to be giving it everything I have. I have decided to self publish this one so that I can stay true to my original characters and concept. Over the next several months, you will probably see a lot more of this little dude and his bandmates pop up as I fine-tune the characters, environments and compositions.

If the idea of having a children's book about a Punk Rock Opossum excites you too, there are a few ways you can help in making this dream come true! 

1. Consider buying work from my shop! Really as simple as that. Since this is a business endeavor, any money I make this year will be helping me in paying for the printing and promoting. 

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[heavyhitterheaux]

“please just come to bed” baby fl and jack

This happened when they had their first apartment in Louisville 💕

You woke up and noticed that there was light peeking beneath the hallway door and reached over to notice that Jack wasn't next to you.

He probably hadn't been for awhile seeing as his side of the bed was cold.

Wanting to make sure he was okay, you threw the comforter off of your body and followed where the light was coming from.

Once you walked down the hallway and spotted him sitting on the couch surrounded by a bunch of crumpled up paper and an overflowing trash can, all you did was sigh.

His writer's block had hit him like a ton of bricks and didn't seem to be letting up anytime soon which you knew he was frustrated by.

All you did was come up behind him and simply wrapped your arms around his neck and you felt him somewhat relax under your embrace as you leaned down to kiss the top of his head before leaning to the side and kissing his cheek.

“Baby…” You simply said as he brought one of your hands up to his lips to kiss the back of it.

“Yes? I didn't wake you up did I?”

“No, but shouldn't you be sleeping? I woke up to a cold bed.”

“I just…. I know. I just wanted to write something, anything at this point but nothing is working.” Jack replied as he sighed before you let go of him to come around to the front of the couch to sit next to him.

“It will, babe. But stressing out about it non stop is not going to help.” You quietly said while brushing a hand through his curls.

“What if I’m not cut out to do this?” Jack quietly said, indicating how frustrated he was.

“And I’m going to stop you right there. Baby, you know that you are and I am never letting you give up. This happens to everyone in the industry who writes songs. I’m sure that they take a break when this happens and before they know it, they're writing again.”

“I’ve been at this for hours.”

“Please, just come to bed.” You pleaded with him knowing that he was only stressing himself out more.

“Another hour and I will.”

“No. You're coming to bed now because I see how upset this has you. Cuddles from your wife are bound to help, and you’ll be writing in no time.” You said as you slid his notebook away from him and he didn't even put up a fight.

“Look at me.” You said and he pushed his glasses up on his face before doing so.

“It's going to happen, okay? But you have to promise me to never give up. I won't let you do that anyway, but still.”

All Jack did was nod as you leaned over to kiss him which he quickly accepted.

“But I need to hear you say it.”

“It's going to happen and this is just a part of the process. Besides, I have a wedding ring to pay for.”

“That can come later, but I’ll be damned if you don’t see this through. Now come on and let's sleep.”

All he did was nod, as you grabbed his hand as both of you got up from the couch and made your way back to your bedroom.

You went and laid down on your side, but quickly opened your arms for him to lay on you.

“Come here, smush.”

Jack flopped down on top of you as you slid off his glasses and put them on the dresser as he hugged you tighter.

“I love you and I will always be here for you. Now, go to sleep.”

“I love you too, and thank you for checking on me and just being my wife in general.”

“Always and forever, baby.”

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[skunaskitten]

Yakuza Husband ch2

Paring: sukuna x female reader

Contains: family talk, mention of death, stabbing, flirting

Au: sukuna yakuza boss

Summary: You are just trying find a way to live normal with sukuna being in your home as well but it was getting hard, it would be best if you just sat and talk with him.

chapter1 ch2 chapter 3

 Ever since that night of sukuna's threats you kept your distance from him. Your boss has given you three days off and those days you ignored him waiting for your foot to fully heal up so you could walk properly again. Your coworkers were worried about what happened. You just told them you stepped on glass from a plate you dropped. You left out the details of sukuna. 

 He stayed out in the living room watching movies while you hid in your room only coming out to get food or to ask how his wound feels. You tried to have as little talk with sukuna as you could. The following day he was still in just his dirty pants with no shirt. Maybe it would be best if you got him some clothes since he is staying here a while. 

"Hey sukuna."

 He looked over at you taking a bite of the sandwich he made. 

"I am going to go out to the store and get you fresh clothes and extra stuff." Sukuna smirked and gave you the size of his clothes. As you were about to grab the door he spoke out.

"Are you really going out there you are still limping. You shrugged and said "it's not so bad anymore. Plus there is things called busses and trains." 

"Hey kitten, come here. Take this."

 You curiously walked over to him as he stuck his hand into the cushion of your couch and pulled out a pocket knife. He opened it showing it to you. A tonto shaped blade about five inches long. "What is that for?"

"For your protection do not hesitate to use it. Keep it close to you."

You took it carefully and closed it then slipped it into your sweater pocket. 

"Thank you sukuna, I will be back. If I don't come back before sundown. I guess you should start to worry." 

"Kitten do not be afraid to use it. Make them bleed."

You gave a soft smile to him as he watched you leave the house then he walked up to your window taking a peek outside watching you walk away.

 The first place you went was to a clothing store, looking around in the men's section picking a dark red button shirt and a black casual shirt. You smiled then went to look at the pants seeing which ones will fit as you checked the sizes on them. 

 "May I help you find anything miss?"

 You looked over to see one of the female workers giving you a smile. "Oh no it's alright I am just trying to see what color would best fit on someone."

 She smiled and asked "husband or son?" You blushed a little saying "uhh a friend." She giggled and said "no worries I will be around if you need help." You nodded and walked around some more until you found the things you needed. 

 You also stopped by a pharmacy to pick up more bandages for his wound. Walking around was starting to make your foot sore so you just had to walk slow. Taking the same route you always do when going home which means you had to walk by the same alleyway where you found sukuna. Your body felt a bad feeling in the air as you got closer to that alleyway. You wondered if his phone was still there?

 As you came out from the corner there was someone standing there at the end talking on a phone. Feeling a shiver go down your spine you stepped away back around the corner of the wall to hide. The sun was setting and you had been out longer than you thought which meant sukuna was going to worry. If he even cared about you at all.

 After what felt a little longer than a few minutes the man finally walked out and he looked normal. Probably just someone taking a walk to talk on the phone and wanting to talk somewhere private. 

 You watched him disappear out of sight so you took the chance to walk down the alley and to the spot where sukuna was at. To your luck the phone was there under some trash and you could still see the blood stains which must had been from him. You picked it up and placed it into your bag but when you turned around the man was standing right there at the entrance.

 "Well, I didn't expect you to be one. They just take anyone, don't they. I am going to need that phone and tell me where you are holding him."

 You gulped clutching onto your bag straps. "I don't know what you are talking about and I don't know who you are." He was wearing sunglasses so you couldn't see his eyes but his white hair and dressed in casual clothing looked normal to you.

 He laughed and walked over to you with long strides saying "no need to lie we can have a normal conversation."

 Alarms were going off in your head as you stuck your hand into your sweater pocket feeling the knife and opened it. 

 "Darling we can do this the good way or bad way. I rather do it the good way. I am really tired. So where are you hiding the king?"

 He got closer to close then you quickly pulled out the knife and slashed it across him but he moved away as he groaned feeling the knife slice across his chest ripping his shirt.

 You took a run for it seeing him holding his chest. Running for your life and not looking back taking the routes back home where there were more people. As you ran by the crowds they looked at you running by not noticing the knife in your hand. You didn't care about the pain in your foot right now you just needed to get home safe.

 Seeing your home getting closer you felt your heart beat louder and harder and legs run faster. Tears filled your eyes as you ran through the gates but you were still not safe. You got to your door and started to fumble to get your keys out feeling your hands shake trying to put the key in. You kept looking back to see if anyone was coming after you.

"Fuck come on just get in already please."

 The door suddenly opened with an arm pulling you inside your slightly darkened home. You yelped feeling yourself being pressed into a chest and the door closed. Feeling the warmth of skin and the bandages on the stomach you knew it was sukuna. You dropped everything and wrapped your arms around him crying slightly.

 Sukuna wrapped his arms around you and rubbed your back trying to calm you down. "Hey its alright. Tell me what happened."

 He looked over to the knife on the floor, seeing that you must have used it. 

"I walked past the alley where I found you. There was a man there. I didn't think anything was wrong. When he left I went to get your phone and he came back. He wanted to know where you were. I used it like you said."

 You looked up at him as he smirked and moved his hands to wipe away your tears with his thumb. "That's a good girl y/n. No more tears, your home now. You need to know that once you step foot into this world of mine there is no getting out of it. People will hunt you down to get any information out of you."

 "Will I always have this issue of being hunted now?"

 He saw the sadden look in your eyes as he let out a long breath from his nose. "Sadly yes kitten. There is no escape."

 You pulled away from him looking down at the floor to the stuff then picked up the bag with his new clothes then handed it to him. "Here are the clothes with your phone. I am going to go check my foot."

 Sukuna watched you limp away heading to your room and into the bathroom. He picked up the other stuff and placed it onto the table then pulled out the clothes and supplies you got him. Seeing the red button shirt and black shirt along with black jeans and soft cotton sleeping pants. Inside the bag he noticed the box of bandages and things for a shower. He looked at his stomach thinking it was a good time to get it refreshed.

 He walked to your room and quietly stepped to your bathroom door hearing your slight cries through the door. He didn't know why the guilt started to set in him. He knows he shouldn't feel this way to any one but with you he doesn't know why?

 Sukuna knocked on the door hearing you go quiet. "Y/n my bandages need to be changed." 

 The door opened for him to walk inside and take his seat on the toilet while you just ignored him taking out the stuff needing to clean the stitches. Sukuna could see how drained you are already done with life. Ever since that night he threatened you, it hasn't been the same for you. He remembered the caring eyes you had when you fixed him up and the soft smiles. It's been long since he has gotten any true smiles to him.

 You got onto your knees in front of him and started to peel off the bandage as he smirked and said "if this was a different situation being on your knees would be more fun."

 He didn't see you blush or smile, no emotion. His smirk disappeared and just looked over your face. Seeing nothing behind your eyes. 

"You know you are not a prisoner. This is your home." You still ignored him.

"You hate me. I know it. It's all over your face."

 "Sukuna, I don't want to have this life. I want to go back to my life where I just go to work, see and help animals and come home to relax. I don't want to have this fear of losing my life every time I walk out that door. Like you said there is no way to run from it. So I am trapped and you do not care. The sooner this is healed the better. Then I won't have to see you any more."

 He leaned back watching you. "So now I am just a ruthless man who doesn't care about anyone."

 "Yes." You answered quickly, staring at him with a scowl.

 Sukuna looked away and said "when this is done I will leave right now. Will that make you happy." 

"Won't you get killed."

He scoffed saying "I can handle myself darling."

"Clearly not." You told him pointing to his stomach then said "I promised I will help you. But it's just all this overwhelming. I am scared and stressed. I don't know what is going to happen next."

 You leaned more between his thighs looking at the wound healing up nicely to your liking. He looked at you then closed his legs on you making you gasp and look at him. Sukuna chuckled, resting his cheek on his knuckle and releasing you saying "just making sure you are still aware of your surroundings."

 You shook your head placing on a bandage saying "sukuna how many people have you killed?"

 "Enough."

"That is not a answer."

He sighed and said "a plentiful amount."

 "I wanted to ask you. Why did you ask me if I had a child or family?"

His jaw clenched debating whether he should tell you the truth or not. 

"I don't think you want to hear the truth. Let's just say I have innocent blood on my hands. I am not proud of it. A thing that still haunts me sometimes."

You looked at him asking "did you kill a child?"

 He just stared at you. Seems like you are pushing for the truth.

"Yes and no. I was forced to kill this woman. I didn't know she had a child both out and in the womb."

 You looked away from him. He was right you didn't want to hear the truth but it wasn't like he did it on purpose. 

"Are you a bad or good yakuza?"

 He let out a laugh and said "kitten there are no good yakuza."

"The people that want you dead. They are bad right. Or is it the other way around."

 Sukuna could see that you calmed down and got more curious about him and his way of life. It's better than watching and hearing you cry.

 "Well every yakuza has their own clan. There is no good or evil. We do what we do to keep our family safe. At least I see my clan as family. We protect each other, anyone that is a close friend to us. But others who want me dead are not as friendly as us."

 You leaned your arms on his thighs looking at him curious to hear more of his stories.

"The man I ran into called you a king. What did that mean?"

 He smirked saying "I am the king of my clan. Ryomen sukuna, king of curses. Because in this life we are all cursed."

 "It's a fitting name for you. I want to ask. Do your tattoos mean anything?"

 Sukuna ran a hand through his hair then said "yes they all have a meaning. The plants are representing of  japan and these flowers. Cherry blossoms are a big part of our culture. The lotus of life, the spiritual energy. And spider lilies of rebirth or death."

 You smiled slightly looking at the colors saying "they are pretty."

"As for the one on my chest is what I do to people. I take their fingers as a mark." 

You looked at him saying "gross do you keep them?"

He chuckled at your comment. 

"I keep them for a while then send them back to the owner. They won't be able to put them back on though."

 "What about your back?" 

Sukuna rubbed the back of his neck and said "that is me. The king of curses."

"The artwork looks amazing."

He smirked and looked at his other arm.

"The dragon is everywhere in this culture a spirit. It could also mean power as well."

 You noticed him stop talking, not explaining the tiger. "Umm what about the tiger?" He stiffened up and finally spoke but his voice was more quiet, "that is, for my little brother."

 You can tell it's a touchy subject for him so you just let it go for now. 

"You must a good big brother then." He nodded but didn't say anything else as you stood up saying "well your wound has been cleaned up and fresh."

 Sukuna looked at you and said "what did this man look like?" You looked back at him and said "he was wearing sunglasses." He cut you off asking "did he have white hair casual clothing?"

 "Yea why?"

Sukuna let out a sigh and stood up saying "that man is an idiot. He is one of my people. He probably thought you were along with the others that tried to get rid of me. But as you can tell they did a poor job. Always make sure your enemy is completely dead, always shoot in the head for an after kill."

 "Sukuna, I am sorry I cut him. I didn't know."

 He chuckled and said "don't be, I am proud. It teaches him a lesson never let his guard down or to approach anyone without backup."

 You and sukuna walked out of the bathroom and to the living room as sukuna held up the clothes you got for him. Then went to pick up his phone looking at it. "Fuck it won't even turn on."

 A smile formed on your face "I might be able to help. I have an extra phone. I still kept it after I got a new one just in case I broke mine."

 You ran into your room going through a box in your closet then pulled out your other phone and came back to him handing it over. He smiled taking it then sat down to take apart the phones. You sat beside him watching him put the little memory card into your old phone then turned it on. When he saw all his information he smiled wide.

 "Ahh perfect! Thank you sweetheart. Now I can let my people know I am safe."

 You left sukuna alone to give him space to talk if he needed to talk about things he can't say in front of you. After he was done on the phone he walked over to you. "Y/n I told my men about you so if you need to go anywhere they will be watching you from afar to make sure you are safe during your travels."

 You smiled at him saying "thank you sukuna."

 It was the last day for your time off before you had to go back into work. You wanted to stay out in the living room to watch movies but sukuna was on the couch taking a nap. It is your home so rules are rules, you went out to sit on the floor in front of the couch. He turned in his sleep letting his arm fall off beside you.

 You softly chuckled and went to place his arm back taking a longer look at his tattoos admiring the art work. You smiled and placed his arm back giving it a slight pat as you continued to watch your movie.

 Sukuna didn't seem like the bad yakuza type when he is calm like this. It does scare you still after he threatened you but you can see how he feels bad about doing that to you. After seeing him on his bad side then sitting him watching him sleep peacefully, it was cute to see him. 

 You bit your lip slightly and raised your hand to touch his pink fluffy hair feeling the slight softness of it. Looking at the black shirt and sleeping pants you bought him, he looks hot in them. You picked out the perfect color and fit. As you pulled your hand away you heard his voice. "Did I say stop?"

 You snapped your attention to him saying "sukuna I am sorry I didn't mean to touch you." He smirked, crossing his arms saying "it's fine kitten. It felt nice."

 Sukuna groaned as he sat up and ran through his hair. "I should try to take a shower."

You smiled at him saying, "well I bought you supplies so you can go ahead if you want just don't soak the stitches. I will bring you some more bandages."

 You left to your room and into your bathroom to grab the medical kit then you walked over to the spare bathroom to the door giving it a knock hearing him tell you to come in. When you walk through the door you froze seeing him naked from the back side. A blush filled your cheeks standing there frozen but your eyes would stop shamelessly staring at his naked form. His ass and thighs seeing a black band around the top of his thighs. All the muscle that is on him. The full art work on his back.

 Sukuna looked over at you with a smirk. "Hey kitten you alright?"

 You snapped out of your gaze placing the kit on the counter then looked away. He chuckled as you turned around as you blushed more and looked away. "I am fine sukuna. I will leave now."

"Why don't you join me?"

You looked back at him then realized he was facing you and you gazed right at it then covered your face.

 "No it's fine…I will leave now.." you left the bathroom closing the door, your cheeks red and face felt hot. 

 He is a dangerous and sexy man. You didn't know why he was so willing to let you see him or even be near him this way. 

 While he took his shower you went to start making dinner for both you and him. Sukuna walked into the kitchen just with his sleeping pants on and a towel around his neck. 

 "What are you making?"

You looked over at him and turned away as you could smell the scent of the soap making you smile. 

"Just some ramen. You know that soap smell fits the color of your hair."

He chuckled saying "I noticed you brought that scent for me."

"Well you smell nice now and not like a dirty alley way." You just so happen to purposely buy cherry blossom pink soap for him just to spite him from being an asshole.

 You looked over to his stomach seeing the stitching and the healing wound. "You didn't put a bandage on it?"

"I like it when you do it."

He moved a hand and went to lightly scratch around the wound as you swatted his hand away. "No scratching you will loosen the stitch work."

 The ramen was done and you served him a bowl and took yours then started to walk towards your room until he spoke out. "Come sit with me."

 You looked at him with hesitation then went to sit on the other side of the couch next to him. The two of you were silent for a while just eating but you broke the silence with a question.

 "So ryomen sukuna. It's an interesting name."

"It means two faced spirit." He looked over at you as you looked at him and said "that explains the double eyes on your face and your tattoo."

 He placed his bowl down onto the table saying "I want to ask. Where did you learn to do medical work?"

 You put your bowl down as well and got more comfortable on the couch. "My father taught me. He used to work on animals as well. So I just followed in his footsteps. Now I work for a shelter helping injured animals."

 He turned his attention to you and rested his cheek on his knuckle of his right hand. "How did you know to fix up people?"

 You looked away to your hands. "He used to bring home his friends with stab and bullet wounds. He showed me how to fix up wounds like that. So I know how to stitch up animals and humans."

 "What happened to him?"

 You let out a sigh and said "he was shot and died at the hospital. The report said it was suicide attempt. I don't believe it. I think he was murdered."

 Sukuna then asked "where is your mother?"

 You started to tear up and say "car accident she died when i was young so I didn't get to grow up with her it was just me and my dad."

 "You've been alone for a while. No lover?"

You gave him a sad smile hearing sukuna's question  and said "I have bad luck with men. None are faithful."

 You looked back to sukuna and said "did you know that I almost died in the womb. Well could have. My mother was stabbed when she was eight months pregnant with me. My mother survived a stab wound and in the process she punched the man in the face."

 Sukuna smirked and said "well I am glad you are here. I would probably be tied up and tortured to death if you didn't find me."

 You gave him a wide smile and said "I am happy that my work was able to help someone. With this rate your wound should be healed up fully in no time." 

 "Did you see a dog in the alley way?" You looked back on him confused and said "yes why?"

"I saw him and went to give him some food then I was attacked. I am surprised that dog stayed around".

You smiled saying "the dog probably knew you were in danger so he was waiting to signal someone that just so happened to be me."

 He smirked and asked "what is your favorite animal?" You chuckled and said "I like cats the most but I guess for animals I would have to say it's tigers." He said "just like my little brother he loved tigers."

 Sukuna quickly looked to you realizing he slipped up by telling you that part of his life he does not wish to speak of. "It's fine if you don't want to speak about it."

 He sighed laying back against the couch saying "he died. I got this tattoo for him after he passed."

 You could see the hurt behind his eyes as he looked at the tattoo but he didn't show it through his body.

 "Hey ryomen I think I am going to go to bed now. I have work early tomorrow. Will you be fine by yourself?"

He smirked saying "yes I am fine I am a big boy."

You went to bed with still worried thoughts about sukuna being in your home alone. But you seemed to get closer to him after the talk. Hopefully you are more on a friend level with him so that you don't have to worry much.

thank you for reading. sukuna is slowly learning all new feelings.

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