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yueebby · 6 months

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hii omg I love ur fics sooo much they're really helping me recover from.. gege. I was wondering if I could request gojo x drunk!reader. like maybe they come back from partying with geto and shoko and are just completely tipsy. but they're reallyyyyy affectionate and flirty and gojo literally goes insane like his heart can't take it . bonus points if reader won't stop peppering him in kisses.

"you're sooooo hot.. and- and strong! ohmigosh are you single?" AND MANS IS JUST BRIGHT RED.

preferably fem-reader thanks ^__^ <333

drunk in love — gojo satoru

contents. fluff, established relationship, alcohol (drunk!reader), gojo being gojo, youre drunk and in love but gojo loves you more

notes. anon your request was so cute i just had to write it TT i kind of got carried away from the original prompt.. but enjoy this as a form of therapy from that one eyed cat!! ps i hate drinking so idek if this is accurate :>

the night had been long, and shoko is starting to regret letting you consume what felt like half your body weight in drinks during your night out in roppongi. impatiently, she checked her phone, hoping for a response from gojo to her text message. huffing in frustration, she turned to geto, “i thought you called him. where is that idio–”

"shoko, who is that?" in your drunken stupor, you shamelessly ogled the stranger approaching the entrance of the bar. shoko facepalmed as she watched your intoxicated heart eyes for the snow-haired man.

"she's all yours now."

gojo chuckled when he saw your inebriated state, "what did they do to you?" he had just returned from a tiring mission, but seeing you was enough to lighten the weight on his shoulders.

you shifted your gaze between shoko and the handsome stranger, causing mental whiplash. a mumbled apology escaped your lips before you left shoko's side to get a closer look at the man.

amusement danced in satoru's eyes as he observed you stumbling toward him. as the loving boyfriend he was, satoru wrapped a strong arm around your waist to prevent you from tripping.

you placed a hand on his chest to steady yourself, and couldn't help but notice the firmness of his physique. "so strong," you hiccuped, running your finger down his chest, "and handsome... are you single?" you blinked up at him with wide, inquisitive eyes.

suguru, watching from the sidelines, struggled to stifle his laughter as he observed his best friend's face growing increasingly red. the way you were looking up at him was driving him crazy. satoru cleared his throat and shook his head, trying to regain his composure though it was hard with the way his heart was beating so erratically.

"do you not remember me, sweetheart? your strong and handsome boyfriend?" satoru's glossy lips turned down in an exaggerated pout, and you gasped, confused on how you'd forgotten a face so beautiful. it was dangerous, how tempting the man in front of you looked.

giving in to your impulsive thoughts, you grabbed his face with one hand, squishing his cheeks together. satoru’s eyes widened as he noticed your intent on his puckered lips.

with an impish grin, you planted a series of quick kisses on his cheeks, then moved to his lips.“how,” kiss. “could i,” another kiss, “forget,” kiss, “such,” kiss, “a handsome face?”.

suguru and shoko watched in mild horror, as you showered gojo with affection. a dopey grin spread across his flushed face as he allowed you to have your way with him. he's afraid he might implode from the how adorable you were.

“i’m the most handsome man in the world, yeah?” he asks you with a grin, encouraging you to answer as he pulls you closer by the waist. satoru couldn't fathom what he had done to deserve this, but he would gladly repeat it tenfold if he could relive this moment once more.

you nod happily. “the most!”

“well aren’t you lucky to have me as your boyfriend.” satoru flashes his cerulean eyes at you above those dark sunglasses of his. just when you think he can’t get any hotter, he proves you wrong.

your friends' silent presence is suddenly shattered by laughter, jolting you back into the awareness of their company. satoru’s grin dissipates into a frown when he sees that your attention is taken off of him.

"'[name] is lucky to date him,' so he says," shoko giggles. "suguru, do you remember that one time satoru pretended to be a waiter at the restaurant [name] was on a date?" shoko not-so-secretly says to geto. "he got all drunk and then started rhapsodizing about how he was going to marry her."

satoru gasps at the memory of his awkward pining days. his attention quickly diverted back to you, anticipating your reaction.

suguru hums, “ah, or that one time he got distracted and nearly got us killed on a mission all because [name] sent a selfie.”

you pull away from satoru’s hold and he swears he feels all the warmth leaving his soul. his hands instinctively reach out to you, but you’re one step ahead, already making your way to the evil pair in front of him.

“really?” you ask the two, eyes shining eagerly.

shoko nods, an evil grin growing on her face, “you seriously never noticed that stupid dazed look he has when he sees you? even yaga has noticed it.”

gojo’s jaw drops at the sound of his best friends’ attempt to embarrass him. in his defense, he was just a man in love! satoru's infamous pout returns, and he’s trying to pull you back into his embrace and away from those traitors. to his dismay, you ignore him. did you even know that he was dying by the second without your affection?

“tell me more!” you gush, entranced with the idea that your boyfriend was just a lovesick puppy.

“is that really necessary?” satoru mumbles under his breath, though the telltale reddening of his ears betrays his indifferent facade.

“toru i didn’t know that you were obsessed with me,” a giggle erupts from you. to show your adoration, you turn back to cup your boyfriend’s face. he leans into your touch immediately.

“i still am y’know,” his gaze softened. your heart melts at the way he lowers his voice.

“i can’t watch this any longer,” the short haired female gags, searching her coat pocket for a much needed cigarette. suguru agrees silently, tearing his eyes away from the cloying display of affection.

you don’t notice your friends leaving while you’re too engrossed doting on satoru.

“baby– heh– we should head home now,” he groans softly, shivering upon your fingers tracing his undercut. if you continue this any longer, satoru's brain will be fried to the point that no reversed curse energy could fix. the effect you had on him was undeniably unjust.

“can you run me a bath when we’re home?” you pleaded, your voice tinged with weariness. after a night of drinking in roppongi, you felt the weight of the celebrations clinging to your skin.

satoru's lips curled into a playful smirk as he recognized the opportunity presented before him. "only if you'll let me hop in~"

a mischievous agreement danced in your eyes as you responded, "hm okay." you leaned in to place a tender kiss on the corner of his lips. satoru, his affection intensifying by the moment, gently gripped the back of your head and guided your lips back to his. gosh, he was so in love.

i was going to post all mine but im currently rewriting it so bear with me please !!!!

#kt.writes.·:*¨༺#gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo fluff #gojou satoru x reader #gojou satoru x you #jjk fluff #gojou x reader #gojo satoru x y/n #gojo satoru x you #jjk x reader #satoru gojo x reader

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sutorus · 6 months

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✰ HC: BEING IN A SITUATIONSHIP WITH THE JJK F*CKBOYS

DESCRIPTION: my hcs on what it’d be like to be in a situationship/fwb situation with the jjk men hehe

FEATURED: gojo satoru, geto suguru, nanami kento, fushiguro toji

WARNINGS: 18+ MINORS DNI. fem + afab reader, this is fully self indulgent i'm just taking my own shiddy experiences and coping via hot anime men, suggestive content/smut, pretty standard manwhore behavior, slightly toxic, not wholesome, kinda crack tbh, some mentions of degradation as a kink, objectifying women, just like the real thing lol!

A/N: LONG BUT READ! this will Not have an ending where you get together at least not rn these are just my hcs all in good fun ur just having fun ok ur not heartbroken everything is okay. they are not good boys here they are normal regular boys

GOJO SATORU

has way too many hoes. way too many

so much so that he gave up on remembering their names and just saves their numbers like “osaka w the hand kink”, “big tits shibari”, “slut from trig”, “hostess best bjs”

has someone’s boobs with his name written on them in sharpie as his wallpaper

says i love you when he cums inside and you never know if you should believe it

throws you off when he agrees to meet your friends only for him to flirt with them in front of you

takes you to the best clubs with bottle service, lets the girls sit on his lap and laughs when you get mad

pays for your ubers everywhere every time

into the weirdest shit like wearing your underwear laughing like a lunatic the whole time he’s fucking you then after he cums gets sulky and embarrassed

lays it on thick with the pet names, gives zero fucks if that confuses you even further

very public with you and it makes you wonder how many other girls put themselves through this humiliation just for the d

gets jealous about you being with other people and needs to prove himself by eating it from the back or something

fwb with gojo is just a huge mindfuck honestly he doesn’t take anything seriously and this is no different sorry! it’s fun tho!

GETO SUGURU

keeps it extremely platonic because he likes to tell himself he has a conscience

too busy for regular chit chat ignores your texts all day then hits you up when he wants to fuck

even more of a whore than gojo is which is why he makes sure not to lead anyone on he just does not need the trouble

answers all your personal questions about him with one word answers

he lets you choose the movie for netflix and chill at least! but will never remember it or the fact that it’s your favorite :(

cleans you up after sex and brings you water

has female hygiene products in his bathroom which is both a red and a green flag

lets you stay after sex and you just lay there on his bed watching him do stuff on his computer but he will not be talking to you

never calls you baby or anything when he’s fucking you just goes oh fuck yeah right there fuuuuck your pussy

genuinely respects you and has nice decent sex with you unless you tell him that you’re kinky

in which case he fucks you just how you want it and gets off on how turned on you are

not one of those guys who gets jealous of sex toys and holds the wand on your clit for you

likes to make you cum over and over and over again

fwb with geto makes your heart clench because he’s just such a gentleman but you got way too much competition to even think about it

NANAMI KENTO

a professional in every sense of the word

uses sex as stress relief

thinks he's too old for this shit but you make him feel alive so he fucks you like he can empty all of his frustrations into you

invites you to his apartment serves you expensive liquor and lets you initiate things most times unless he’s too pent up

can actually have very nice conversations with you

never has the “what are we talk” because he makes it clear he’s too busy for a relationship

lets you spend the night if it’s too late but solely for your safety/logistics

does your taxes for you but will not call you anything beyond an “acquaintance”

texts you happy holidays but does not know when your birthday is

gets tested consistently even though he’s not fucking anyone else and always uses a condom unless you beg him not to

eats you out because he thinks it’s relaxing and spends hours prepping you

the sexual tension is soooo thick when you two fuck all you can hear is grunts and growls and moans and wet slapping sounds and it’s so hot

has some random turn ons like gets bricked up when you’re wearing lipstick or stockings

fwb with nanami is very enjoyable and easy it’ll get complicated if you develop feelings because he does not want to date but who cares yolo am i right

FUSHIGURO TOJI

broke ass deadbeat dad why are you into him

absolutely nasty sex

you know if he had a girlfriend he’d respect her too much to do the things he does to you

dick game so bomb that you’re scared he’s gonna give you a child even when he’s wearing a condom

wants to fuck you every way he possibly can on every fuckable surface with zero regard for your physical integrity

eats his cum right out of you

ego is so big, grins so wide and fucks you so hard when you stroke his muscles

loves to eat pussy but only after he’s fucked you because he likes it tight and hot with minimal prep

doesn’t follow you on any social media but jerks off to your instagram pics

has like 3 different phone numbers and you don’t know why

has only let you come over once, didn’t let you shower after

no pet names but calls you a dirty whore and other degrading shit

loves it if you cry on his dick

doesn’t give a fuck about your safety sorry you’re on your own

has never told you his last name

one time you asked to see a picture of his son and he didn’t speak for 3 whole minutes

fwb with toji is the nastiest sex you’ve ever had truly it’s just sinful and everyone’s dark hidden fantasy half of it you couldn’t tell your closest friends because it’s just too much

a/n sorry

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diejager · 5 months

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how does a (monster AU) phoenix! reader sound? ...I kinda imagine 141 (except price) getting a heart attack when reader takes a bullet and bursts into flames and then a heap of ash, and then (im pulling a harry potter description of pheonix but its ur choice) the most ugly bird or something pokes their head out of the ashes and they're like '...oh'.

I remember watching Fawkes burning and turning to ash before he popped his head out. So adorable.

Ashes Cw: burning, death, rebirth, tell me if I missed any.

Ghost knew when someone was lying, able to sniff out a liar within a mile. Your dimmer smile, shorter laughter and exhaiusted expression, nothing seemed to make your days better than a warm bump of tea once or twice a day to sooth the ache in your bones and the strain in your muscles. He’d approach you with a clear mind, wanting to get to the bottom of your sickness, why you’d occasionally cough, voice weak and breathy until it cracked. You told him you were fine, that it was just the weather affecting you, but he’d seen this kind of sickness before, a cold that sunk into the bones and clogged every sinuses with intent —sick and vulnerable.

He wasn’t alone in this thought, Alejandro and Gaz shared similar doubts, coming forth to Price with their fears rather than sneaking around like he did, but Price had waved them off, telling them that it was a seasonal thing, you got sick from time to time and rose back from it as if death failed to catch you. This did not seem like something simple and mundane, Ghost could see death follow you like it followed him, it was ever present, so much so that Alejandro and Horangi - the two with the weakest nose out of the four - could smell it ooze off you like a dark miasma plaguing your body.

It seemed as if the both of you shared something that the others weren’t privy to, a low whisper in the dark that they failed to catch or the secret you shared through confidentiality higher than even a colonel. The captain knew you before you joined them, forming a tight connection through past trauma and fuck ups. Perhaps that’s why Price seemed almost chipper about your saddening state.

It seemed that Ghost was kept in as much darkness as the rest, the higher ups had kept it hidden from him, from König and from Alejandro who should’ve had the jurisdiction to have access to your documents. Especially after seeing you burst into flames after being shot in the neck by a surviving sniper (Ghost was quick to shoot him down), body gone in a coud of ash and dusted feathers. He panicked, but he wasn’t the only one to rush towards what remained of you. Despite their panicked mumbles and frantic thoughts, Price had reassured them that it was normal, that you were still alive —all they had to do was wait a few seconds for you to reappear.

Appear you did, a small, ashen head, beak the length of a child’s thumb, small ad brittle, big, rounded eyes blinked at them, narrowed in confusion until you called, a tiny croon from a chick’s throat. You shuffled your way through the mess, featherless wings flapping as you hopped towards Price, who quickly met you half way, picking you up with one nimble swoop.

“Look at you,” Price cooed, pressing his thumb to your forehead, feeling the soft, newly grown feathers that glowed white, “About time you burned, yeah?”

“Fuckin’ hell,” it was the only thing he could answer with when his mind was building up these theories, every little thought in his head went to understand what and how you were made. It was as close as Soap’s Steamin’ bloody Jesus or König’s dumbfounded Was.

“Is that why you told us not to worry, Captain?” Gaz’s ability to think clearly in adrenaline-inducing moments was a blessing, able to restrain his unending thoughts to connect two together and conjure up a sentence - a few words, a mumble or a plea - to understand whatever happened to you. “What happened?”

Price let out a deep rumble, a laugh from his belly, deep and amused, a striking contrast to their worried frowns. He handled you softly, petting and pinching at the young feathers growing on you while he turned you around, showing them how Price held you with such careful ease and soothing smile. Ghost doubted that Price didn’t have any prior experience in caring for you, seeing how loving he was with you —like a lover caring for his sickened, or a dragon guarding his treasure, Ghost wasn’t sure which one was right.

“Hunter’s a phoenix, “ he smiled softly, eyes gleaming with too much glee, a silent laugh at their sudden bewilderment, approaching you slowly to admire you themselves. “They burst to flames every three years or so, the last one was around five years ago- long overdue for a reset.”

Soap and Horangi were the first to attempt to touch you, the excited dog and the curious feline, tentatively poking at you with a finger until you pecked it, annoyed by their incessant jabbing. You let out a shrill cry from your throat, small and hilariously fierce for something so small and fragile. You crawled to the ends of Price’s fingers, wings flapping to urge them to pick you up instead of pointing a finger and cooing at you as if you were an exotic animal. You somewhat were —exotic, that is.

“A wee thang, aye, Cap?” Soap awed, cradling you in his palms, you weighted so little, as light as a feather on Gaz’s wing.

“Ugly as a rat too,” Horangi snickered, making light of the situation that had made their hearts stop.

You screeched, shaking your head wildly at him, his shoulders bobbing while you showed how offended you felt by acting out, an angry, little chick putting on a show of aggression and courage. His dark thoughts receded, Ghost’s fears and demons falling back into the depths of his mind when his eyes met your beady ones, round and doe-eyed, your age shining through the innocence of a newly-hatched. It made him wonder how you’d look once your feathers grew out, would you be as majestic as the stories portrayed phoenix did, with your great wings and great strength, feathers bathed in the sun’s warm embrace and tipped with the power of undying flames of power. Phoenixes were seen as symbols of immortality, resurrection —of life and death. Untouchable by death and favoured by life, you would live in a cycle of ashes and flames, embers cracking until it softened to flickers, a soft, gentle flame ready to yield to nature.

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ejundo · 5 months

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˗ ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗

loud outgoing m. reader x introverted cold quiet oc [damien z.]

warnings . + ♡

semi-public ? , hickeys [claiming?} , teasing , alcohol , drinking , drunk sex, hate sex blabla, pwop, slight bruise (just aggressive sex) , manhandling, .. spit for lube, not proofread , reader is implied to have a cock. bad grammar&purposely lowercase! ｡>﹏<｡

smut fem dni. ty!

it's... a mystery to how you and damien zicado ever became friends... the two of you had always had pointless arguments and were clearly polar opposites, everything about you guys. whether it would be the... style! or your personalities. it was different.

see.. you were extremely obnoxious and loud, in a somewhat comforting way. to the point it aggravated damien heavily, you and damien just couldn't stand each other at all. you. thinking of damien as a boring boy who had nothing interesting about him, of course you weren’t wrong. there was nothing intriguing about damien, yet that didn’t stop him from having a decent amount of friends, those same friends being your friends and that is how you met!

. ♡

"damien, you are seriously annoying the hell out of me!" the angry voice spat out your angry voice, you and damien zicado were in a heated argument their only friends who had invited them had went off .. somewhere in the loud club. it was honestly a surprise that the two could even hear each other bickering back and forth.

your face was scrunched up as your eyes squinted at damien giving him a weird look. he simply rolled his eyes at you "oh wow really? me? annoying? woah! get this y.n l.n im not you! " damien spat back. continuing to go off on each other, some people looking at you and him with concern.

damien furrowed his eyebrows the alcohol was fueling his anger as he looked at your figure with hate yet a hint of lust could be seen behind those eyes and it was clear that the two wanted each other so.. badly. well.. he wanted you so badly. the lust was evident and practically surrounded him. causing you to be as enchanted, that didn’t stop you from talking back to him.

though…

in a flash, you were suddenly grabbed by your wrist and held against the wall that damien was previously leaning on "you never know when to shut up. well let me just help you out yeah?" blinking rapidly you didn’t know what to feel other then shock. a whimper left your lips as both his hands held yours against the wall.

by the way damien was holding your wrist it was clear that it would leave a somewhat bruise. his grip tightened as damien pulled you in, lips connecting as damien leaned into it, to shocked to even process what was happening you just let it happen. confusion overwhelmed your body as you tried processing the situation. kissing a hot dude— or rather making out with a hot dude after some heated argument. both a loss and a win?

you had tried to calm down before realizing that he taking a deep breath through his nose and leaned into the session, tongue and all.

the grip on your wrist loosened and soon enough it turned into a more passionate and heated kiss, smiling in relief as you wrapped ur arms gently around his neck. damien opened his eyes and remembered that you and him were still in public

“mmm, as much as i want to show everybody how good i’m gonna treat you… we wouldn’t want to be seen as those types of people right baby?..” damien hummed as he caressed your waist. you could only nod a smile on your lips as you held onto damien for dear life…. this man was doing something to you.

. ♡

you heavily panted as you stared hatefully at damien throuh the mirror,all he was doing was prepping you with his finger and you were acting a mess..

“f..-ngh! fuck….” you gripped onto the bathroom sink as your legs shook uncontrollably. “damien….th…iss is extremely, unsanitary…..” you hissed, damien hummed as he patted your right ass cheek gently. He looked at you through the mirror making direct eye contact, a grin plastering on his face as he watched you become flustered at the contact.

“that’s to bad?… if you want me so badly then you can deal with it.” damien pulled his fingers out a whine emerging from your lips at the sudden emptiness only to be silenced by damien’s fingers “be a good boy and clean ‘em. please.” he said quietly, you did as told damien watching you intently before focusing his self to your ass? or rather something else. you shook your head and continued sucking on the fingers.

you observed your appearance, obviously looking more disheveled compared to damien as half of your clothes were discarded except for your shirt… surprisingly… meanwhile damien was still fully dressed in his lazy clothing… despite going to a club he still wore baggy lazy clothing… no wonder you hate him.

rolling your eyes you opened your mouth to signal that you were done cleaning the fingers. he dragged them lazily out of your mouth and rested his other hand on your hip, now using his dominant hand. focused on the mirror u watched as damien pulled a condom out of his pocket raising an eyebrow. was he planning this or did he just want to get a fuck?

shaking the thought you let out a soft sigh until you hears damien spit, you looked back at him and watched as he lathered the spit “you bought a condom but not lube?” damien glanced over to you, he furrowed his eyebrows before focusing back on his own cock.

you were surprised he didn’t say anything back but shrugged it off. “if you want to stop, safe word is…. green. and if you cant speak, knock harshly on the sink 4 times, alright?” you nodded, and held the counter.

damien wasted no time in fucking you, he slammed in a gasp erupted from your mouth as you lifted your leg in surprised, “hng— fuck!—“ you held your mouth as damien went at an almost inhumane speed. well, thats how it seemed.

groans and grunts were coming from damien meanwhile loud whines and whimpers erupted from you, legs shaking and back arched as sweat trailed down your face and legs. taking a glance into the mirror damien looked like he was in a trance. removing your hand you replaced it with the sink gripping tightly and harshly, "mmhnn.. fuck!- damien..." whispering his name. He was holding your waist so tightly you were extra positive you were gonna get bruises.. seeing that a bruise was forming on your wrist from earlier... many minutes later, you were reaching ur climax "dami- hnhh.. im gonna cum......" you whimpered as you stared up at the mirror, you didn't expect to see damien staring right back, with a grunt he nodded, possibly saying that you could cum. not like you were gonna listen if he told you not too..

and so, you held the sink even tighter as your back arched a loud whine erupting as you reached your climax, the white goo shooting to the floor. damien followed behind as he stopped thrusting. though it was weird.. as you could feel the warmth of his cum seeping inside.

"i thought you wore a condom..." you managed to mutter, he pulled his cock out before glancing at the broken condom. "woops... i don't have anything and I hope you don't either.." you simply shook your head. "im not a hoe." damien rolled his eyes before his head snapped towards the noise, causing for you to look aswell.

it was his and your friend staring at the two of you. with pure shock on their faces..

"err.. awkward..?"

. ♡

this didn't take aslong as i thought it would? BUT i am glad that i finally posted something after like.. 4 weeks. maybe idfk..? but ATLAS! i am donee :3 i hoped you enjoyed meeting damien "zicardo" Z. !!!!!! meowmeow byeee [MY REQUEST ARE OPENN!! pls request i need more motivation.. and you guys are able to ask literally anything idm :D]

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sukunasweetheart · 1 year

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sukuna is that one boy in class that will do anything to annoy u bc he doesnt know any other way of showing his affection

he loves to see you jumping up and down as he holds something above your head, a nasty smirk showing on his face

aims to get you eliminated first in any game played during p.e (yeah, no mercy for those legs of yours when its dodgeball)

or if you end up in the same team as him he’d use you as a shield for any incoming attacks from the opposite team (even tho we all know this bitch can dodge like a pro)

its so cute how he gets himself eliminated on purpose afterwards tho, so he can sit beside you and annoy you more.

messes up your hair whenever hes walking past... so now you have a habit of instinctively covering your head with your hands whenever hes walking by and it makes him and uraume chuckle...

would be the first to howl with laughter, clutching at his stomach, whenever you make a fool of yourself. you tried to kick a soccer ball, but missed the ball entirely and your shoe went flying instead. and then you had to chase after him bc he snatched it up and went running 💀

if youre a jumpy person, he’d take any chance to scare the living lights out of you. he loves seeing you get all freaked out, screeching (100% chases you around holding a roach)

but sukuna makes it very clear that he is the only one thats allowed to toss you around like this, he would kick the next person that tried to the same

if anyone else told you that hes usually stoic and moody you go 🤨 bc this man is so lively around you

sukuna is so BORED when youre not around, it drives him insane

he’d probably mellow out more as he gets closer to you but still, the teasing is relentless as always

if there is a day where he’s upset you fr bc, idk you were already in a bad mood or something, he would most likely not know how to cheer you up... maybe he’d leave u a drink from the vending machine on ur desk. what’s your go-to drink? strawberry or chocolate milk? pocari sweat? apple or orange juice? (hes around you often, so he prolly knows what you get the most from the machine)

you know that this is the closest thing to an apology that you can get from him so you accept it anyway

at some point, sukuna will assume that you’re already aware of his feelings for you. he gives you so much attention, surely you know by now, right? wrong. youre absolutely clueless, and when he brings it up one day, you just sit there like, what??

“are you playing dumb, or are you fuckin’ stupid?”

you get all defensive and the two of you start bickering.

“enough of that. well, now you know,” he nonchalantly tells you.

youre so confused bc youve never thought of him in that way and you tell him that youll have a think about it... to which he clicks his tongue in annoyance and says “fine”

he keeps pestering you for an answer after that! you keep running away from him. (its like youre triggering his hunting instincts, making him chase you around)

his usual teasing ensues but something feels different... you feel more flustered and your heart races more than it used to... (he notices it all)

when you eventually give him an answer and say “i like you too...” he will respond with “yeah, i thought so.”

watch out bc sukuna is the type to move things fast. blink once and you might already be married to him.

Masterlist

#sukuna #sukuna x reader #sukuna fluff #sukuna x you #ryomen sukuna x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader

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surielstea · 2 months

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Touched by Tourture

Based on this request

Pairing: Azriel x Fem!Reader

Summary: Reader attempts putting a sex ban on her mate but Azriel seems all too casual about it.

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A/N: over 2.6k words of just pure filth so yall are eating good tonight LMFAO (ur welcome)

I stare at my mate from across the counter top. Seated on a barstool and watching him as he cooked both of us a meal, humming as he went while shadows swished around him to the tune.

I was practically seething. He didn't say anything, gave me a few soft smiles every time we caught eye contact but he didn't ask why I seemed so angry. I often did this, being over dramatic and petty over the most mundane things. This time it pertained to the hideous emotion of jealousy. Which took over me more than I'd like to admit.

We had been out for dinner together and the waitress had a clear crush on my mate. She went as far to overly laugh at one of his comments and leaned forward to touch his bicep. I nearly flinched at the action, debated winnowing straight to Rhysand and demanding him to kick the waitress out of Velaris. Though I knew deep down if I was her I'd do the same, the male looked to be carved from the gods after all.

So I let go my anger toward the girl, however my true problem lies with him. How he just let her touch him. I knew I was being crazy, acting like some self-conscious teenager— but this wasn't an insecurity, I just didn't want to share.

Azriel's humming stopped and my frown deepened. "Is something wrong my love?" He looked to me with slightly creased brows. The question makes me want to roll my eyes. He knew there was, knew I was over reacting at something foolish and was now just pressing buttons. "I'm putting an intimacy ban on us." I state. His eyes widen barely a fraction but his expression remains stoic.

"Okay." He blinks, going back to chopping vegetables for the stew. Okay? That's all he had to say? I narrow my eyes on him, analyzing his every move. "Do you not like having sex with me?" I ask, clearly confused. He lets out a breathy laugh as if the idea is the stupidest thing ever proposed. "How often do we have sex my love?" He glances up to me. "Once a day." I grumble. "Or more." I add, remembering a few days ago when he had me in bed for half the time we were awake.

"Do you think I'd be doing something every day if I didn't enjoy it?" He arched a brow and I shake my head no. "But you seem so unaffected by the idea of a sex ban." I argue softly, picking at my nails. He looks at me with eyes that remind me of no one but him, glowing hazel pools I wanted to bathe in. "I get paid to torture people, it's hard to make me feel threatened." His voice is tender, contradicting his own words. My cheeks flush in embarrassment as I remember his profession, I often forget he's not soft and loving all the time. I was beyond lucky to get this side of the shadow singer.

"Is this not a good punishment then?" I pout, tilting my head. "This would be effective if I didn't know you so well." He explains. "What's that supposed to mean?" I narrow my eyes on him. "That you won't be able to last a week before I have you begging." He hums, not even looking at me as he says it and gods, with the tone of voice he used every fiber of my being told me he was right. "In fact," He glances up at me. "You'd be lucky to get two days." He taunts with a knowing smile and the fire inside me rages. I stand from the barstool. "You're going to regret saying that." I warn, coming around the side of the counter to stand in the kitchen beside him.

"Yeah?" He prompts, taking a step towards me and closing the distance between us in two long legged strides. "Mhm." I nod. "I seriously doubt that," He bent down a little just so that the next time he spoke his lips would ghost over mine. "I'll have you on your knees before the weekend." His pointer finger comes to my chin and tilts my head, forcing me to look at him. "I hope you understand what you've started." A proud smile curves my lips and his eyes glint with challenge.

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It's been four days.

My mate has barely spared a second glance at me and I swore to the mother that I was dying of touch starve. He didn't seem affected, which only made me more determined to win whatever silent contest we were having.

He seemed to be using every tactic he could think of to drag me through the torturous week. He didn't wrap a wing around me when we slept beside each other and he was always gone before I woke up. He'd walk around shirtless, strutting his perfectly toned, muscular body in my face as if to rub in the fact I couldn't have my hands on him. When he spoke to me it wasn't to compliment or make conversation but rather just telling me things that were necessary. He was treating me like a girl he had no interest in. The male truly was an expert at torture and it was tearing me in two.

When I told him about missing him in the mornings he offered me the option of joining him for training. In a desperate attempt to continue the conversation I jumped at the opportunity with an outburst of an agreement and he smirked before telling me to be in the ring by dawn.

Now I was pulling my leathers over my shoulders and lacing them up. He was already gone, half of the bed sheets were rustled and messy from me while his side was made perfectly, sheets pristine and smooth. It seemed like a metaphor for our dynamic more than I'd care to admit.

The leathers are tight around my hips and thighs as well as my chest. I haven't worn such things since The War with Hybern. Everytime I've trained since has been in a t-shirt and a pair of shorts. The way the outfit clung to my skin now is foreign. However, I can't bring myself to go through all the work to peel off the uniform and change into something more comfortable so I settle for the black suit and march out of the bed room.

I blinked the heaviness away from my eyes, I was beyond exhausted because Azriel subconsciously slung his arm over my waist in his sleep. I wasn't going to waste the moment on something like sleep. I hadn’t been touched so intimately in days and when he subconsciously pulled me into his chest it was enough to keep my heart racing all night.

I march up the steps of The House and shake off any remaining fatigue lingering throughout my body. Once I reach the landing of the roof I squint at the bright sun, then my eyes peel wide open as I spot my mate going through the moves of each stance with a beautifully crafted sword in his hand. His movements were as fluid as the shadows that swirled around him, each form melted into the next with such precision it was almost impossible not to gawk. But atop all of that, he's shirtless.

His tan skin gleamed under the warm sun, so much so that he was practically glowing. If I didn't know any better I'd say the spymasters power was light rather than shadow because gods was there not one spot the sun didn't grace him with.

Cords of muscle in his arms rippled to his shoulders, from there they dipped into the contours of his chest where his perfectly sculpted abdomen flexed with his movements. It was too early to be this turned on. It only got worse when he turned around and I got a perfect view of his back. The bastard knew I was here, and he knew that the muscle surrounding his large wings were my weak spot. He was teasing, and it was working.

A shadow curled around my ankle and I tear my eyes away from his perfect body to look down at the dark tendril that twined up my leg. "You're late." Azriel said from a few yards away, resting the weight of his sword on his shoulder. "I'm sorry oh great one I didn't think I'd have to be up at the butt crack of dawn this morning." I huff, tossing him a glare. The absence of sex has left me more frustrated day by day, he didn't seem phased which only enraged me more.

A small smile curves his lips as I walk over to the rack of swords. He trails after me, getting awfully close to the point where I could feel the heat of his body radiating onto me. I brush my fingers over the assortment of blades, debating on which one I'd like to train with. "We're not using swords today." He hums, sliding his own sword back into the rack by leaning over me. "No?" I turn around to face him. Which was a horrible mistake.

He was looking down at me, pressed between the rack and his shirtless figure. "No, we're doing hand to hand today." A glint of excitement flashes behind his hazel eyes and I swallow thickly, trying to refrain from rising up only a few inches to kiss him. I could've, he was so close. I was under some sort of spell but I knew that if I gave in I'd never hear the end of it and I wasn't ready to forfeit this bet quite yet.

"You're so competitive." I squint my eyes at him. "It's one of my better traits." He shrugs, but he doesn't back away. Remains looking down at me. "Can we kiss and just exclude it from the intimacy ban?" I say meekly and curse myself for sounding so quiet. He leans down as if to hear me better and my toes curl in my boots at the action. Gods he's so fucking close. "Where are your manners?" A vicious smile curves his lips. "Please." It's a pitiful whisper the leaves my lips and I swore he was about to laugh. I don't know what game we're playing, but I do know that I'm losing horribly.

"Are you going to beg?" He arches a brow. "No." I grit out. "Then the ban’s still active, three more days till the end of the week." He hums and it's more of a taunt than anything else. I wasn't even nearing the end of this but I was so close to giving in. "Unless you'd like to call it off here and we can go back to bed." He tilts his head. The offer is more than tempting and he knew it. I cross my arms and steel my expression. "No? You don't want me to taste you? To feel how wet you are for me right now?" He queries and my nails dig into my palms. He was putting me through torture, pure unfiltered torture. His scarred hand comes up to my jaw, slowly tucking a piece of hair behind my ear and it takes all the control I have to not lean into his touch.

"I think you do, I think you want me to feel every inch of you while I fuck you senseless." His filthy words make me flush profusely but I remain still, afraid to open my mouth in case it betrays me and starts begging for exactly what I want. "Every, inch." His lips ghost over mine as he puts emphasis on the words and I got the feeling he wasn't taking about my body anymore.

"Are we going to train or are you still talking?" I narrow my eyes at him and his broad smile returns. His hand slips from my jaw and he grabs my wrist, pulling me toward the ring of mats.

"Are you going to play fair?" He asks as I remove my wrist from his hold, deciding that his hand alone on my arm was too much to handle. "No promises." I shrug innocently. We both waste no time in getting into our preferred stances and circling each other.

I was quick to go for the attack but he's quicker to dodge. Only one shadow dared face the sunlight and it swirled around the both of us, jutting in between our bodies whenever they got too close, distracting me more than usual. "You're getting lazy." He intones and in his words I catch him off guard, sweeping his leg and knocking him onto his back. "And you're getting careless." I hum, looking down at him. Then a smile curves his lips and panic rises in my chest, he hooks his leg around my foot, making me lose my stance, my own back slamming down onto the mat as I fall. Shadows swarm beneath my head before it can hit the ground as well.

I was quick to recover, flipping over so I was atop him, straddling his hips and pinning his wrists above his head. "Yield." I demand, he looks up at me with a casual smile, his dark eyelashes fanning upward that made him seem all too innocent. I clench my legs tighter around him and hold him with all my strength. "If you don't yield anytime soon I'm lengthening the ban." I warn. "That might hurt you more than me." He hums, looking as if he's prepared to lay here all day, beneath me. "Az." I seethe, tightening my hold on his wrists.

He grins knowingly, flipping us over with ease as if I weighed nothing above him. He had one of my hands pinned, our fingers interlaced. His hips were settled against mine and his body weight pushed me into the mat. His other hand was wrapped around my neck, not squeezing but a warning. "It's cute that you think you're threatening." He hums, his voice vibrating through my entire body.

He was so close, his chest pressed against mine as his face hovered directly above mine, noses nearly touching. "You think I'm cute?" I flutter my lashes at him, attempting to distract him as my free hand silently inches closer to the knife he kept sheathed at his thigh. "Just a little." He shrugs, his hand slightly gripping my throat but I could still breathe. I'm quick when swiping truth-teller from its scabbard, slipping my arm between us and holding the blade to his neck. His throat bobbed as he swallowed and I grinned wildly. "Still think so?" I tilt my head. "Still think so." He confirms.

"It's funny." He says and my brows twitch together. "Hm?" I ask. "We've been in this exact position before." He references the hand on my throat and his legs between mine. "Aside from the knife," He excuses. "Though we could always add that to our routine if you'd like." He smirks and my grip on the blade loosens at the insinuation. He lets go of my throat and fluidly swipes the weapon from my grasp and sheaths it at his thigh. I reach for it again but he tuts and pints it down beside my other hand.

"I'll hold you here all day, you should yield just to get it over with." He advises as if he truly is looking out for me. "Never." I struggle against his grip. "Okay, I hope you're comfortable then cause it's going to be a long day." He releases a long sigh and I realize after a few minutes that he's entirely serious. He really will hold me down all day if I don't do anything. I attempt to pull at his grasp, struggling under his strength but it’s useless.

"Fuck." I groan, he pays me no mind. "Fine," I glared at him. "Fine what?" He looks at me confused. He's going to make me say it. "I yield." My words burn with anger. He smiles and lets me go, rolling off of me. Petty bastard.

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Day seven was the worst of the entire week. He was determined to win this and now that the week was nearing a close he was pulling out every strategy he could think of to get me wanting him. I remained strong, some miracle gracing me. Any girl would've been climbing him like a tree by now but I've been distracting myself with books, reading stories and losing myself in them, ignoring whatever attention he was trying to get out of me.

He gave up about an hour ago, slumped against the arm of the couch beside me, his legs intertwined with mine. The casual intimacy had me losing all train of thought, I couldn't read about some guy in a romance novel when this perfect male sat before me, reading a classic novel I had no interest in. Despite all his attempts of flirting with me, or his hands feeling me in places he knew I loved to be touched, or even blatantly stating how much he needed me— none of them worked. Not one.

Except this. This moment when he wasn't even occupied in trying to get me to lose. He was minding his own business entirely and keeping to himself— but he was still touching me, somehow connected to me because he knew I liked the physicality of our relationship, knew I cherished casual intimacy just as much as the rest. How we stuck to our own things but did it together.

I close my book and place it on the coffee table in front of me. He doesn't stir, minding his own business. I move my legs and crawl over him, straddling his hips and pulling the book from his fingers. He looked to me confused as I closed his novel and placed it beside mine. "What are you doing?" He asked with creased brows. I bashfully smile, slinging my arms around his shoulders and folding my arms around the back of his neck. "I miss you." I reply with a coy shrug.

"I think this whole ban thing was a bad idea." I admit and his gaze softens. "I miss just sitting here with you like this, not worrying about if I'm showing too much affection." I confess, my words gentle. His arms snake around my waist silently, his eyes memorizing my features. There was no hunger in his eyes, no lust. Just unfiltered admiration. "And I miss being able to kiss you whenever I want." I acknowledge. "It's only a few more hours until midnight." He offers a gentle smile. This wasn't a ploy to get me riled up, he seemed as if he genuinely wanted me to win. As if he thought my pride was bigger than my love for him. I smile sweetly before leaning closer and pressing a kiss to his lips.

He returns it immediately and a wave of relief washed over me. His lips slot perfectly against mine as if his only purpose on this continent is to kiss me. Because mother, did he sure act like it. A wide grin spread over my face as he placed chaste pecks up the line of my jaw. I hugged him tightly at the feeling I've been yearning for during the last week. "I missed this." He said gently at the shell of my ear before kissing me there too. "Did I do good torturing you?" I ask cheekily. "A little too good, I fear you might take my job." He mirrored my smile as my hand came down to intertwine with his. "I learned from the best." My words dripping with honey. "I almost gave in when you had truth-teller to my throat, something about you with my knife." He taunted, his freehand roaming up and down my back.

"I wasn't even trying." A giggle bubbles from my lips and he shrugs innocently. "You're hot with a weapon I don't know what to tell you." He grumbled and I couldn't hold back my laugh. "You almost had me that first day of training, when we were by the sword rack and you said something about inches." I try to remember but so much has happened since that it was hard to recall. A smirk curves his lips and I recognize the glint in his eyes far too well. "I think you want me to feel every inch of you while I fuck you senseless." He quotes and something in my stomach tightens. "Yeah," My voice comes out in a rasp. "That one." I dip my head, his gaze stayed pinned to mine and the maintained eye contact was enough to make me pass out.

"Your leathers were so fucking tight on you." He gritted out like he could still see me in them. He pressed a kiss to my jaw. "I wanted to rip them off of you so bad." He utters at the bottom of my jaw, exploring the neglected area with his lips and tongue. "Az," I sigh out. "Hm?" He replies, continuing his kisses down my neck. "I want you." I profess, the clothes between us too restricting. He rears back, catching my stare. "I need you." I correct and his eyes glowed golden for a moment.

"Mother save me." My words seemed to snap him from his stupor, his mouth finding mine in less than a second. His tongue dipped past my lips and I allowed it, letting him explore wherever he wanted, it's been an entire week and I was beyond craving him. This was a moment of salvation, he is my lifeline and my very heartbeat, if I don't have him soon I sincerely thought I might not be able to live on.

So every bottled up emotion, every filthy comment, every lewd action I've wanted to express for the past week, flowed from me.

I let out a soft moan as I rutted my hips down onto his hips, he groaned at the feeling and the sound vibrated into my mouth. "Bed, now." I pant out with a soft whine. He nods and winnows us into our shared room, I stumble onto my feet but he catches me, his hands coming beneath my thighs and hoisting me up into his arms. He never stops kissing me, not once.

I wrap my legs around his torso tightly as he blindly leads us toward the bed, shadows guiding him until he finally reached the mattress and laid me down onto it. He dipped from my lips and began to press kisses down my neck, untying the front of my dress as he dipped lower and lower. Down the valley of my breasts to my navel. He grew frustrated at the restricting fabric and tore the dress right off of my body. I frown at the action. "I'll buy you a new one," he kisses me sweetly before lowering yet again.

His large hands slide up my waist and find my breasts, groping them with a practiced hand and I writhe, crying out at the feeling. I was so fucking deprived I'd be releasing at the first touch of him against the apex of my thighs. "Az," I mewl, arching my back until his mouth reaches the waist line of my panties. "Take these off for me baby." He demands and I do as he says, hurriedly pulling the underwear down and past my thighs. My cheeks turn red as I look at him stare straight at my folds. "You're soaked." He glances up at me with pure lust and I clench around nothing, swallowing thickly.

"Az, please it's been so long I just want you." I beg and he tuts, removing his hands from my breasts and sliding them down my waist, my hips, to my thighs where he pulled both of them over his shoulders. "It's been a week, I need to stretch you out again." He informs and I whine. He wastes no time in tasting me, leaning down and dragging his tongue through my drenched folds. I could feel myself dripping into his mouth. "Fuck," I throw my head back with the groan and his hands grip my thighs hard enough to bruise.

"Look at me while I taste you." He commands and I whimper, mustering the courage to look down. Only when my eyes returned to his did he continue. I let out a loud moan as soon as he did so, his mouth attacking directly over my clit. He sucked hard on it while his tongue flicked over the area. "Az—" My breath is short as I feel my release already building. Fuck, how is he so good at that?

My hands plunge into his hair as I tighten my thighs around him, holding him captive between my legs then grinding up in pure need. He groans against my cunt at the action and the noise sends vibrations up my spine. I mewl at the intense feeling. Has he always been so good at this? "Az, I'm gonna—" I can't even finish my sentence before I'm cut off with a wail, tears brimming my eyes as my legs shake and an orgasm blooms in the pit of my stomach.

"Fuck, Azriel." I cry as I weakly grind my hips into his face. He smiles against my sex. "Already?" He arches a brow, backing away a mere inch. His breath fanning over my sensitive cunt. "That good hm?" A confident expression takes over his features and I feel my release sliding down my thighs. I can't speak, too high on my unbinding to form words. His smirk widens as shadows gently remove my legs from his shoulders.

"You want my fingers next?" He taunts and I nod with fervor, not caring what he put inside of me as long as it felt good. "Please." I whine. His eyes light up with pure pleasure. "Yeah? You going to beg for it?" He asks and I seriously debate it. But I stay quiet. "No? I suppose I'll have to fuck the words out of you then, don't I?" He asks and all I can do is nod. "Good girl." He praises and my breath hitched.

He pressed a gentle kiss to my folds before two fingers delved through them. Shadows moved pillows behind me until I was sat up just far enough to watch exactly what he was doing. I gasped as his thumb circled my clit and his ring finger at my entrance. "Azriel." I whine. "Beg." He demands and all self respect leaves my body as I do what he says. "Please Az, I need your hand." I whimper. "Need your fingers inside of me, stretch me out. Please." My cries seem to satisfy because the next thing I know one of his fingers thrusts inside of me and I'm crying out in bliss.

He pumps it into me slowly, the texture of his scars rubbing against my neglected walls. I forced myself to watch, staring at the way his long, thick finger disappeared inside of me with a lewd noise. "More." I plead, my brows creased as my hand found his hair again, pulling at it every time he curled his finger inside of me. He obliged, adding another lengthy finger. I groaned at the foreign stretch, tears threatening to spill as he continued to finger-fuck me. "I can't," I warn, now watching the way he stared at his own hand, admiring the way I clenched around him every time he began to pull them out. "You can't?" He arches a brow. "Can't take any more." I shake my head. A smile curves his lips and he adds another finger. I was on the brink of losing my mind.

He toyed with the bundle of nerves nestled inside of me, toying with it over and over again, pushing me closer to that impending edge. My hands left his hair and went to my breasts, kneading them hard until it was nearly painful, exactly how I wanted it. His gaze flicks up to hold eye contact with me, watching as I tweak my own nipples. His mouth waters and he ever so slowly leans down, and attaches his mouth to my overstimulated clit.

I gasped out at the combination of both his fingers and his mouth, how it felt like pure heaven. "Az, I'm close." I warn and he only sucks harder, his tongue digging into my most sensitive area without caution. His fingers pump faster as my walls mold to him, stretching at his every command.

"Be a good girl and cum on my hand." His thumbs switched places with his mouth as he speaks and he starts rubbing the area in tightly wound circles. The mix of his hand and his words had me doing exactly as he said, pure ecstasy washing over me as I hit my second release. I moan his name with a certain intensity that had my eyes rolling back and my legs shaking. "That's it, you're doing so well." He eases, his voice gentle as he removes one finger at a time, slowly allowing me to come down from my delectation.

I look at him through my lashes as he brings his fingers up to his mouth and sucks them clean, not wasting a single drop of my arousal. "I forgot how good you taste." He hums, removing his fingers from his lips before moving up to hover over me, resting most of his weight between my legs as he holds himself up on his forearms, both of them on either side of my head.

My hands leave my breasts and I move them to his sides, my nails clawing down his back in a taunting manner, not daring to go towards his wings. "Az." I sigh out, my euphoria still lingering. "Yes my love?" He asks against my neck, sucking on the area. "I need you inside me." I clench around nothing, the rough material of his pants teasingly pressed against the apex of my thighs. "Is that right?" He removes his head from my neck to look at me and I only nod. "What do you want inside of you?" He smiles. He's going to make me say it, wants me to say it. Wants to see the embarrassment flush across my cheeks and hear the quiver of my voice.

I can’t manage to gain enough courage to speak, my legs still shaking from my past release. “Az.” I whine, my body aching for his touch, for him to feel the places that have been neglected for a week. His hand snakes up from my thigh and winds over the curves and plains of exposed skin. I arch into his touch, like he was some magnetic force controlling me and I was obligated to follow his hand.

“Please, fuck me.” The whimper slips from my lips and a sadistic smirk etched over his features. I reach out and fumble with the ties of his pants, quickly trying to get the barrier of clothes to disappear. His hand grabs my wrist before I can pull him free and he pins it up above my head. “I don’t want you doing any of the work.” He commanded. I relaxed into the mattress at the feeling, laying idly as he discarded his pants and pumped himself in a tight fist once, twice. He grunts at the action before focusing back to me.

“Az—.” I gasp out as the thick head of his cock hits my folds. My eyes clench shut at the need that echoed through my bones. “Stay still f’me, okay?” I nod softly as he lathered his heavy member through my folds. “I don’t want to hurt you.” He confesses and my brows crease. “You can.” I nod. “Love,” He gives me a look but continues to coat himself in my slick. “Please Az, I like when it hurts.” I admit, cheeks growing hot at the words. He leans down and presses a gentle kiss to my forehead, as if to tell me that if I wanted him to stop he’d revert back to this loving and gentle male, but I knew what he needed, knew what we both wanted. And when it came to my mate I always got what I wanted.

He aligns himself and pushes the head of his sex in. I let out a high pitched sigh as I adjusted to the foreign stretch, gods it’s been far too long. “Deeper.” My free hand comes to his shoulder, roaming his flexing back and dragging my nails down it as he did as I said, pushing inside of me like a perfect sheath.

“Fuck, I forgot how good you feel.” He breathes out and a prideful smile curves my lips, which was quickly disrupted with a moan as he pulled out to the tip then thrusted much deeper than before. “Harder.” I whine. “Faster.” My words do little to trigger the male. I doubted he could hear me, too overwhelmed in the idea of me wrapping around him so perfectly. Every inch, every last inch of him was inside of me and I had never felt more complete.

I reach forward and brush the tips of my fingers down the edge of his wing. His hips snap in at the feeling, his base slamming against mine harshly. I scream his name at the remarkable feeling, wondering if it’s as good for him as it is for me. I got my answer when he released a gentle groan when my hand came to contact with his wing yet again.

My earlier words seem to register and he begins to shove himself deeper and deeper inside of me, driving into me at a primal speed, moans escaping the both of us mixed with the lewd sounds of his skin slapping against mine. “That’s it baby, so good for me aren’t you?” His voice is laced with pure lust, I nod incoherently, drunk on the way he was filling me to the brim.

“Az, I’m close.” I cry out, nails digging into his shoulder. His fingers interlaced with my other hand as he pushed me into the mattress, grinding down into me and dragging a string of mewls from my throat. The bottom of my abdomen had a visible bump from the sheer size of him, hammering in and out of me.

Pants fill the room and I decide that if I release and he doesn’t let up afterward I wouldn’t be able to go on, which meant he needed to cum with me. “Please can I?” I whine, wrapping my legs around his hips and forcing him deeper inside of me, both of us groaning at the new angle. “Just a few more minutes baby, I’m close.” He reassured and I whimper, too overstimulated. I doubted I’d be able to last a few more seconds, much less minutes.

So I lean forward and brush my fingers along his wing again. He twitches inside of me and his thrusts go sloppy. Fuck the stretch is so good, the way he’s got me shaking around his cock made his eyes glow. His freehand came up to my breast, roughly massaging the area with his calloused hands. I stroked down a vein of the membrane. “Fuck,” He dragged out the word in a low voice that had me clenching around him. “Az please, I need to cum.” I beg and he looks down at me with low eyes, shadows billowing over his large wings darker than night. “Go ahead baby.” He allows with a gentle nod, contradictory to the way he pounded into me.

“Look at me while you cum on my cock.” He instructs and all I can do is oblige, my release is nothing far from seeing heaven. Nails digging into his shoulder and scratching down the skin of his back, letting out a loud moan of his name, a tear slipping down the side of my face as I force myself to watch the way he continued to work me through. “So tight,” He grunted, clenching my breast.

“Inside.” I mumble. “Speak up love.” He leans closer and I wrap around him tighter. “Cum inside of me.” I whisper slightly louder and his eyes glow with pure passion. “Fuck, you’re so good for me.” He sighs out and the praise has me worshipping every god I could think of. I had officially came down from my high but his speed didn’t relent, if anything he went faster and tears now free fell onto my cheeks, he leaned forward and kissed them away. In need of a break, I reached out and pressed my hand to the very inner part of his wing.

That was it. Whatever leash he was holding himself on slipped from his grip and he was pumping out his seed into me, releasing with a satisfying groan and shooting his warm liquid into me. He gives a few more thrusts, these ones more slow and calculated until I sufficiently drained every last bit of him, milking him dry.

I release a soft noise as he pulls from me, my body tired and aching, he flips down next to me, shadows rolling over my heated body, cooling me off. “M’ gonna fall asleep.” I say breathlessly. He hums and wraps a large arm around my waist and pulls me closer. “Let’s get you cleaned up then.” He presses a gentle kiss to my temple and I nod tiredly, allowing him to pull me from the bed, carrying me bridal style toward the bathroom.

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Hii hii can I request a Jack Champion × actress reader where they react on some edits Abt the two of them in an interview and then one ship edit Abt them came out thank you so much

++ I luv your writing so much some times I go overboard by liking all of them sorry Abt that Have a great day/night

ur so sweet anon ty :( <3 I hope I understood this right 😭

Mesmerized — Jack Champion ★

PAIRING: Jack Champion x gn!reader

TAGS: @beary-rambles @ashlesys-blog @wekiamo @wenvierismycomfort @aesthetixhoe @mbankfav @aqellano @dizzyscreams @c8rdigan @teyamsgirll @evanpeterswifeyy868

A/N: he’s so bf like he’s literallyy my bf?! I love my bf!! bf!! he’s so this song!!

The producers for the interview you were doing didn’t tell you what the interview would be about. Both you and Jack just assumed it was a normal interview until you had to do the intro for the video. ‘Action!’

You wave, “Hi I’m y/n l/n!” Jack follows you and waves as well, “And I’m Jack Champion.” You both share a smile before quickly looking back at the camera, “And today we are going to be reacting to edits of ourselves.” Jacks eyes widen a bit before nodding slightly, “Lets do it.” “Lets do it,” you repeat.

Someone gives you a phone and tells you all you need to do is scroll and give commentary. “Jack, do you ever look at edits of yourself?” You ask him before clicking on the first video, you pause it before it starts to hear Jacks answer. “Uhh sometimes,” he laughs, “When I’m bored, or they’ll randomly appear on my for you page. What about you?” You smile a bit, “Same here. I also get tagged in a lot of them.” “Oohh yeah me too.”

“Shall we start?” You ask shaking the phone a little.

“We shall,” Jack responds with finger guns. You chuckle and start the first video, it’s an edit of Jack. It was of his Scream 6 character, Ethan Landry. Jack was blushing slightly when you had looked over at him. You giggled when the video ended, “Soo what’d you think?” He giggled with you, “People are really talented. I will say though I wasn’t expecting so many people to love Ethan. Especially because of.. the movie,” he said slowly.

You hum, “The movies been out a while I think you can say it.” He looks at you and then back at the camera, “I didn’t expect many people to love my character in Scream 6 because he’s a psychopathic murderer who chases people in a Ghostface mask,” He says in an accent and claps his hands together. You cover your mouth with your hand as you laugh. “Alright let’s move on, next!” Jack says smiling.

“Okay, here you can take the phone this time,” you tell him handing the phone to him. He takes it and scrolls down to the next edit, “I think it’s of you,” he whisper yells. You recognize the clip used as one in an interview you did only about a week ago. Jack looked at the video and then looked back at you while grinning. He seemed to be enjoying this a little too much, but you didn’t mind.

“Aw I liked that one,” you spoke up first.

“Me too,” Jack says as he stared at you. He liked the outfit you chose to wear today, he always admired your sense of style. He also liked the way you did your hair, it framed your face nicely. “Jack?” He cleared his throat, “Yeah? What?” You let out a confused laugh, “Were you listening?” His face turned red at the question, “uhhh-” You shake your head with a smile, “It’s okay, next edit!” You stick out your hand, signaling for him to give you the phone and he just looks at it.

You shake your hand and nod towards the phone a bit trying to be more clear and he tilts his head. You look at him and he looks like a lost puppy with his big brown eyes boring into yours. You smile a bit and lower your voice, “The phone, Jack.” “OH! Right yeah here,” he stumbles over his words as he hands you the phone. The light pink blush dusting his cheeks once again making him look even cuter than before.

“Okay and here we go,” you mutter. The video plays and at first it’s clips of Jack, you can recognize where some of the clips are from. A lot of them are from Avatar interviews, which makes sense. But then there’s clips of you and that causes your eyebrows to knit together slightly. Just a friendly edit, you presumed, but at the end of the video there’s a clip of you and Jack together.

It’s a clip from a little behind the scenes of Scream 6. The small moment was of Jack putting his arm around you while you were both in the backseat of a bus going to set that day. You smiled at the memory and the video came to an end, “That was cute.” He nodded in agreement, he had the same stupid smile on his face, “Yeah.” You took a peak at the comments, all of them were ship comments.

“They’d be so cute together!”

“Are we sure they aren’t dating?”

“The way they look at each other 🥹”

“I WANT WHAT THEY HAVE”

“There’s no way they aren’t dating”

Your smile got bigger and you handed Jack the phone with a quiet, “Your turn.”

The interview went on for a couple more minutes until they were satisfied with the length that the video would be. Then, it was time for the outro. “I’m y/n l/n,” Jack said and you followed his lead, “And I’m Jack Champion.”

“And you’re watching Disney Channel!”

“That’s not it, Jack-“

“And you’re watching Buzzfeed Celeb!”

“There you go. Thank you so much for watching..”

“And make sure to leave a like for more content like this,” he said finishing your sentence in a British accent.

“Cut! That was great, guys.”

You looked at Jack only to find him already looking at you, “You wanna go get lunch?” He asked already standing. “Of course.” You guys made your way out of the filming room and he made sure nobody was looking before he grabbed your hand, giving it a kiss,

“You don’t know how hard it was for me to stay quiet about our relationship. You looked so good, I just wanted to brag about how you were mine the whole time,” he said while pulling you in for a hug. You giggling and wrapped your arms around his neck and gave him a quick kiss, “We’ll tell them soon, babe.”

#dizzy writes?! 😵‍💫#I LOVE THISSS #jack champion #jack champion x reader #scream 6 #ethan landry #ethan landry x reader

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sanjisprincesswifey · 4 months

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Hii! Merry Christmas🎄 May I request Katakuri or Sanji for ur Christmas event? With a female reader?

hello! merry christmas to you too! i just wanted to let you know that i don’t write for katakuri so i chose sanji, hope that’s okay with you! :)

you’ve received sanji + getting each other for secret santa

❆: angst if you squint, soft sanji (softji, if you will), non-gender specific reader, 600+ words.

“okay, who is next?” nami calls, digging through the pile of presents to find the next target. “hmm, this one is for…sanji!”

the wrapping that coats the present piques your interest, drowning out the commotion to focus on the blond man who was sitting opposite you.

“who’s it from?” he asks, examining the gift with extreme detail. a smile graces his lips when he reads the label, ‘from: your secret santa.’

he was as meticulous as always, but as the anxious feeling gnawed at you, you found the trait to be annoying rather than cute.

sanji is nothing like your captain, gently pulling off each side of the wrapping as he reveals a thin white box.

time slows down when the lid is removed, scanning his face for a hint of any emotion.

the commotion from luffy and usopp over their new gifts drew any attention away from sanji, leaving you the only one to decipher what was going through his head right now. his lips part slightly, but his one visible eye is covered by his fallen blond hair allowing you clear indication of what he was feeling.

your teeth pull at your bottom lip, pinching the area between your cuspids. you knew this present would be a shot in the dark, sanji had only discussed this topic maybe once or twice; and even then it was in passing, providing you minuet details to work with.

sanji abruptly stands from his chair, a tight grip on the gift box that had his knuckles running white as he dashes for the men’s cabin without saying a word.

this earned a couple confused glances, but nothing the mimicked the crushing feeling of your heart dropping. tears blur your vision, bottom lip quivering while you quickly wipe your tears with you sweater sleeve.

for as long as the present exchange continues, you do your best to put on a smile, though disingenuous. all you could focus on was sanji, was he alright? what could he be thinking of right now? all of this over one small present?

as soon as the festivities end for the night, you beeline toward his quarters without a second thought.

the door slams shut just as quick as you opened it, noticing sanji standing in front of his open locker.

he’s still, unpaused by the sudden noise as if he had been expecting you.

“did i ever tell you about her?” he questions, his voice hoarse indicating he had, in fact, been crying all this time.

by her, you knew he must’ve meant his mother.

your limbs are shaky as you step towards him, unable to contain a few tears of your own. “uh, yeah, you mentioned her once, i think.”

he nods, trembling as he turns to face you and reveals the swollen, puffy skin under his eyes. he holds out a photo for you, which you can’t help but smile at as soon as you see the resemblance.

their smiles, noses, even eyes are similar. but as pretty as sanji was, it’s not surprising how much he took after her.

“she’s beautiful. you look so much like her,” you return, reaching up to graze his cheek.

“this,” he presents the margined white butterfly in the thin display case that you had given him, “this is from you, right?”

you feel sheepish, a crimson tint coloring your face as sanji wraps his long arms around you, pulling you snug to his chest.

“thank you,” he breathes out between gentle sobs. sanji’s much larger body transfers his weight onto yours, collapsing into your arms as you run your fingers through his hair. “thank you so much, y/n.”

likes, reblogs, and comments are always appreciated! (✿◠‿◠)

#black leg sanji #sanji x reader #one piece #one piece x reader

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strawb3rrystar · 22 days

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hi I was TOTALLY not stalking ur acc cus it’s so good..nooo way🥰🤞🏼

buttttt I was her to rec a lucifer x reader!preferably fem,but gn is always alr,all the power to u!

so maybe like reader looks super innocent,and is like shorter than him,has a golden retriever kinda demon form and is a overlord,and the reason she is a overlord is cus she’s a assassin and is VERY well known lol.

and luci didn’t know that and is just like 😨 when she casually told him.

you can do this by hcs,one shot,or blurb ur choice :3

Simplicity is far from simple.

Pairing: Lucifer Morningstar x Fem! Overlord! Reader

Warnings: A tiny wee bit of hurt, but lots of comfort and fluff

Word count: 534

✰Masterlist

When you first met Lucifer you were one of the many, many sinners who had never seen him before. You had only ever heard about him in stories. You must admit he looked very different than how you pictured him in your head.

You were immediately enthralled by his charm and wittyness. He was also quite charmed by you, as you were unlike any sinners he'd seen before. After Lilith left him, Lucifer was scared to start dating again. But he decided to give it a shot with you.

The two of you would meet outside his palace, frequenting a small, Imp owned, café. Lucifer liked you very much, and wanted to spend his day with you. The first time he held your hand, he realized that you were smaller than him. The way your palms fit together so perfectly made him giddy inside.

When you told Lucifer you were an Overlord, he was shocked. To him, you seemed way too innocent to even be in Hell in the first place. Your upbeat personality and bright eyes confused him. Most of the Overlords he knew about took on a much more sinister form. But you? You were much, much different.

Since that day, Lucifer heard your name be brought up during the topic of Overlords. So, he had to guess you were very popular. One day, while at the café, he overheard some sinners talking about you. He heard them mention something about assassination, which peaked his curiosity. But he decided to ignore it, focusing on his outing with you.

Later, when the two of you were in his workshop, he decided to ask you about it. He cleared his throat, gaining your attention. "My dear, may I ask you something?"

"Well, you just did. But sure Luci, what's up?" You reply, walking over next to him.

"I heard something today. About you being an assassin? I know it's silly, and you probably aren't even one." Lucifer rambles.

"Oh no, I am." You say, making him pause and turn towards you.

"Huh?" He questions, utterly confused.

"Yeah, I'm an assassin." You shrug, like it wasn't a big deal.

Lucifer rubs his temples then stares at you "And why didn't you tell me, my dear?"

"You never asked. And also, I didn't want my job to change your view of me." You admit, looking away from him.

"Why would that change my view of you?" He asks, tilting his head.

"Well, you're amazing, and kind, and funny. And I'm.. well.. me." You answer truthfully.

"My dear, you're all those things as well. I'm literally the King of Hell, I've seen it all. Trust me, you being an Overlord-assassin doesn't change what we have." Lucifer cups your cheek, turning your head back towards him.

"Really?" Your eyes get the same shine they always have when you're around Lucifer.

"Yes, really." He kisses your forehead. That was the first time the King of Hell had ever kissed you. A smile fills your face as you wrap your arms around his torso. He graciously wraps his arms around your shoulder, holding you close. The two of you stayed like that for a while, just enjoying each others presence.

Star's notes -> I TOTALLY do not feel super honored that someone is stalking my blog.. noooo way >:}

(Thank you, sweet anon, for requesting!) (Requests are open!)

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wifeofsnowbaird · 3 months

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can you do a Tom Blyth x reader where they are filming like a romcom or something and they fall in love over the course of filming? i was thinking fluff but i would not be upset if it somehow ended up with some smut in their trailer ;) , just follow your heart!! lots of love ❤️

ofc! I’m absolutely shitty at smut tho i might try with this one but idk so fluff it is❤️ it’s gonna have 3 parts bc it’s definitely gonna need more than a short post!

this first part isnt really when they're filming i just wanted Tom to have a slight crush after seeing ur story and wanted a small scene with Rachel and Josh!

So long I've been out in the rain and snow.

But the winter's come and gone, and a little bird told me so.

Part 1/Part 2/

(Tom Blyth x actress!reader)

summary: you and Tom meet for the first time while Josh is in the middle of the livestream. It's become the new famous ship of the internet.

You were one of the newest actresses in Hollywood and luckily you managed to grab a role with one of the most famous actors right now, Tom Blyth.

Ever since he starred in The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes, people have been thirsting for him like he was water.

You wouldn't lie, you were one of them, but you two were supposed to meet in a coffee shop, reciting your lines and you were late.

" Oh you're [Name] [Last name], nice to meet you! Sorry, my friends decided to follow me here. "

Tom grinned, blue eyes twinkling in the sunlight, an apology gleaming in his pupils.

"No worries, it's fine! I'm so sorry I'm late, it was just traffic!"

" Don't worry, I'm just glad you made it!"

You took in a deep breath and extended your arm for a handshake. Surprisingly, he hugged you instead. You met the two 'friends' who are actually fucking Josh Rivera and Rachel Zegler who were seemingly livestreaming on Instagram.

" And here is the new couple! Say hi, you two love birds!"

Tom rolled his eyes before letting you go to tell Josh off.

" We aren't dating, we actually just met."

Josh turned, confused for a second before gazing at Tom's phone that was left on his chair.

"Wait, seriously? Didn't you see a post of her being your new co-star in that rom-com you're doing and started bragging a lot to Rachel and me? What's it?"

He thought for a minute before his eyes lit up and he smiled brightly.

"Oh, yeah! Sweet truth, where a girl had a bunch of exes tell lies and cheat but then finds a man who tells her nothing but the truth?"

Tom hissed and shut Josh up by covering his mouth, before he noticed Rachel leaning toward confused you, beginning to tell you the whole story.

His panicked face turned red.

" So it was a couple weeks ago, we were just calmly hanging out after reshooting some Ballad scenes when Tom showed us your Insta where you were like, I don't know, talking about the movie you're gonna be in! He was literally obsessed, I am not kidding."

She shrugged as Tom glared at her for spilling his secret.

"I'm sorry, I mean you're beautiful and I-"

He cleared his throat, unable to continue because of his embarrassment.

You giggled, shrugging.

" It's cool, I mean I think you're hot-I mean handsome too."

Inside you were literally screaming at yourself for exposing the fact that he's your celebrity crush.

" Uh, guys, I hope this isn't method acting because I'd be really disappointed in you, Tom" Josh snickered, sharing a mischievous glance with Rachel.

Tom rolled his eyes, smiling at you before beckoning to the chair beside him.

" Let's, uh, practice...?"

#tom blyth smut #billy the kid x reader #coryo snow x reader #bosbas #william h bonney x reader #coriolanus snow smut #billy the kid smut #hunger games fanfiction #tom blyth imagine #tom blyth #tom blyth fanfiction #tom blyth fluff #tom blyth x you #tom blyth x reader

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pettydollie · 12 days

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♡.˚ ୨୧ ｡˚ ♡.˚ boyfriend best friend - bsf!chris x reader

a/n: @sydneysturniolooo, sorry for getting this out so late :c and a special thank you to @imtalkinnonsense and @thebottledwatersupplier for beta reading :)

summary: your best friend chris doesn't understand boundaries, but neither do you. sometimes he feels more like a boyfriend than your actual bf.

warnings/notes: cursing, established relationship with an oc (steve), bsf!chris, ur kinda oblivious, lowercase intended, mentions of sex wc: 1.3k

this party bites. you stand next to your boyfriend in the kitchen, holding an almost empty red cup. his arm is wrapped around your shoulders as he converses with some friends. you boredly swish your drink around in the cup awkwardly. the music playing isn't your taste and you'd much rather be at home with your boyfriend, steve, in your bed where you're comfortable.

your empty hand fidgets with the bottom of your pink skirt, waiting for the trite conversation to wrap up. your disinterested stare picks up from the floor when you hear your name being called by the one voice you can have true fun with. your eyes brighten almost immediately, a toothy smile forming on your face. a dopey grin plastered on his, he waves his hand as he makes his way over to where you stood.

steve's discussion comes to halt when he scoffs at the boy's appearance. chris doesn't even spare him a glance. instead, he gives you a kiss on the cheek as greeting, swatting away steve's arm from where it was resting. you kiss back, your lipgloss leaving a small sticky stain on his left cheek. "hey chris! uh, you remember steve." you smile and turn to your boyfriend who simply nods in greeting. chris' smile falters a little, just a little. he chuckles, "yeah, hey big guy."

his eyes turn back to you, then down to your cup. he grabs it from you, holding it out to steve. "her drink's almost done. go get her a refill, man." steve lets out a small exasperated sigh, taking the cup and muttering, "i'll be right back." chris gives a fake smile as he watches him leave with his buddies. "take as long as you need." he exclaims, winking.

you lean against the kitchen counter. "sooo, i thought you weren't coming..?"

he coughs, scratching the back of his head, the bottom of his black tank lifting up with his arm. "err- well, matt told me you were going. and we haven't hung out in like a week so yknow.." you nod along. he chuckles, shaking his head before continuing. "you looked like you were fucking dead anyhow. thought i'd be your knight in shining armor." he jokes, casually ruffling your hair.

you groan, "ugh, yes, thank you. steve's friends aren't exactly my type of people, i guess." you laugh dryly. he nods along, looking at you up and down. "well, princess, you look fabulous, as always." he compliments your simple look with a soft boyish smile. you sweetly return his smile and reply, "thank you" in a shy tone.

"yknow," chris leans against the counter so he's right next to you, his shoulder just barely brushing against yours. your head turns, watching him as he looks down at his dirty sneakers. "it's been like what- a week since you and i hung out? what're you doin' after the party?" he lifts his head to look into your shameful eyes.

"'m goin' on a date with steve.. 'm sorry."

chris chuckles in response with his eyes widening curiously. ”a date?? oh sweet, are you guys finally going somewhere besides Denny’s?” he smirks. you purse your lips, seeing steve walking towards you guys. you turn back to chris' waiting eyes. you shrug, mildly embarrassed. "we're just going for ice cream." pfft, as if it's any better than denny's.

he lets out a clearly not surprised "oh" as soon as your boyfriend stops right infront of you. he holds out the red cup to you. "here, babe." you take it and thank him before looking into the cup unsuspectingly. you clear your throat. "oh um.. this isn't punch?" you look up with a confused frown, in search of an explanation.

he nods slowly. "yeah.. i just thought maybe you'd like to try-"

chris' laugh cuts him off. steve turns with a raised eyebrow. before he can even ask what's so funny, chris holds up his hand. "try? she doesn't drink, moron." he snatches the cup out of your hand, not breaking eye contact with your boyfriend. you swallow hard. "it's okay.. really it is, but yeah, i don't think i wanna.."

steve rolls his eyes. chris scoffs, pouring the drink out into the sink next to him. your boyfriend simply folds his arms, unfazed. "fine, whatever." he grabs your chin. "they're setting up the kegs in the back. come watch me, kay?" he kisses your lips gently, not even giving you time to respond. he smiles and walks to the backyard.

"that shit is so immature." your best friend giggles, his small silver hoops swinging from his ears as he laughs. you let out a small sigh. he hums, "hey." he gets off the counter, bringing his hands up to cup your face. you giggle against his veiny hands. "how are you, peach? you good?" he asks in a serious voice, not playing around about your well-being. you blink slowly, your eyelashes prettily fluttering. "'m good." you whisper.

he raises both eyebrows. "this baboo- uh, is he making you happy? and no horseshit."

"yeah." you blandly respond with squished lips from the pressure. he drops one of his hands to his side. you lean into the one left on your face, your eyes shutting tiredly. he stares at you for a few seconds like you're an angel sent from heaven just for him. he's fighting the urge to kiss your glossy pout because he then remembers steve's waiting for you.

"ya guy's waitin', ma." he reminds you, tapping your cheek. you open your eyes and nod quickly. you grab your hand and begin walking to the backyard, pushing past the people with a quiet "excuse us" as you drag chris through the house.

minutes later, you're sitting on the grass criss crossed next to chris. your boyfriend stands in front of one of the kegs as he gets hyped up by his group of friends. someone yells out, "remember the rules, boys," and explains the rules quickly. "alright, 3... 2... 1!"

you don't really pay attention to who's winning as you rest your head sleepily against chris' shoulder. his arm wraps around you, his fingers playing with your gorgeous hair. you blink slowly, trying to stay awake. but it's hard since you're so comfortable in chris' embrace. you wanted to mention something that's been on your mind before drifting off.

"yesterday he told me to have sex with him." you mumble loud enough so only chris could hear. he can't help but let out a chuckle. he readjusts himself to look down at you. "so.. was he good?" he wiggles his eyebrows teasingly, though he knows you wouldn't. not his precious angel.

you roll your eyes with a grin. "i told him i wasn't ready. then he got all upset. i dunno why, i've told him multiple times that i'm not ready. he's just so impatient." you whine at the end. you look ahead as people cheer and smack steve's opponent on the back. clearly your boyfriend lost, anyone could see by the annoyed look on his face. you scrunch up your nose at the sweat and beer dripping from his mouth down to his chest.

chris hums, still twirling a piece of your hair with his long fingers. "he just has to deal with it. tell him to watch porn or somethin'."

you laugh, but it stops when steve glares your way. or more so, chris' way. you cough and sit up, brushing some grass of your skirt. chris turns his head towards him and rolls his eyes. "dunno why he gets so pressed all the time. you and i've been friends for years so what the fuck is his deal?"

you hum quietly, shrugging carelessly. chris sucks in a breath for a moment, hesitating on asking you a question. he sees steve walk back inside with his group, probably going to get even more shitfaced. but thats not his problem. a few seconds of silence pass before chris decides to speak up. "well, if you like.. weren't totally comfortable doing it with him, you could with me?"

your eyebrows raise as your eyes widen. he raises his hands up in defense, "nonono, not like in a weird way." he chuckles dryly. "it'd just be so you're prepared, yknow? and anyhow, he doesn't know you're a virgin soo.."

he does raise a good point, you must admit. you twirl a piece of your hair in your manicured fingers, biting your lip softly. he is an experienced guy, you know from all the stories he told you at your sleepovers. but what if you don't wanna have sex with chris just for steve's benefit? you innocently lick your lips before looking into your best friend's stunning blue eyes.

tags!! <3 @leah-loves-lilies @imtalkinnonsense @stargirlsturniololover @junnniiieee07 @mattsneezing @freshloveee @freshsturns @emma4eva @r6diosturns @matthasmywholeheart @donthugmeimhot @blahbel668

#chris sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo x reader #christopher sturniolo #sturniolo #𝓬𝓱𝓻𝓲𝓼 𝓼𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓸𝓵𝓸

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markiemelon · 1 month

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hiiiii~~ can i request a scenario where nerd!mark and athlete!reader are on a study date and mark finds reader so cute when they don't understand the material? also bonus points if the reader is shy and doesn't want to ask for help cus they're embarrassed

Thank you!! ur writings make me so happy

focus

genre fluff ﹋֪֢ ♡︩ · no warnings!

pairings nerd!mark x athlete!reader

4:18pm — ♡

“yn,” your math teacher addressed you, “im worried that your training is interfering with your studies.”

that wasn’t the first time you’d heard that, and yet, you still couldn’t think of a good excuse to tell. “look, miss yn, i’ve made it easier for you by arranging some study sessions with a classmate of yours.”

you actually felt kinda relieved to hear that. surely, some extra studying couldn’t hurt.

“in fact,” he continued, “he’s right here.” he gestured to a familiar boy walking into the room.

it was mark. you knew mark, but you never crossed paths much, considering how different your priorities were…you were all about training, and mark was all about studying…

“so i have to spend the rest of my afternoon with this nerd?” you accidentally said aloud.

“now, yn, we still have to be professional during after-school hours.” your teacher demanded.

mark just chuckled and smiled at you. his round glasses and ruffled hair added a gentlemanly charm to him that made you swoon a little.

“i’ll be off now, but feel free to stay in the classroom.” your teacher said, shuffling together some lose papers. “mark, just lock up the door as usual, i trust you as our class president.”

you widened your eyes. “he’s class president?”

“you didn’t know?” mark raised an eyebrow.

“i—uhh”

“i’ll leave you guys to it then.” your teacher nodded before he exited the room.

you approached mark. “if it makes you feel any better, i didn’t even know our vice principal until last week… so um, don’t take it personally.”

with that pathetic attempt at explaining yourself, mark sensed you were nervous. he walked up to you, his arms crossed and head nodding ever so slightly. “alright.” he said with a grin. “i won’t.” he looked at you for a second longer before pulling a chair out from the desk. he insisted that you sit, and he sat beside you.

and so the studying began… you handed mark a crumpled up page from the deepest, darkest depths of your backpack, and he looked confused “do you… want me to throw this away for you?”

“no!” you snatched it back. “that’s my calculus homework!”

“oh shoot!” he couldn’t hold in his cackle. “I’m sorry— yn im sorry.” he said it with the biggest smile on his face, weak from the laughter.

“whatever. just tell me how to solve this. or save us both some time and just tell me the answers.” you slumped in your chair.

he scanned the page briefly. “yeah, so it’s simple, really..” mark inched the graph paper closer to your side of the table.

he pointed at some numbers and rambled, of course, you couldn’t keep up. so you did the next best thing, which was letting your mind drift off to somewhere else..

“actually, he’s kinda cute..” you admitted to yourself while observing his side profile.

focus.

“it must be the glasses. he looks good with glasses.” now you were noticing things you hadn’t payed any attention to before.

focus.

“why is he so close to me…” your heart skipped a beat at the realization.

suddenly, mark’s voice became clear at the mention of your name.

“yn… focus” he cooed, not even looking up from the paper. he must have felt you staring, but oddly, you didn’t look away from him.

mark stopped his writing, but he kept his pen to the paper, holding it still as he turned to face you.

almost immediately, your confident demeanor crumbled, and now, head lowered, you depended on mark’s answer to break the silence.

“solve this one. it’s what i just showed you.” he rolled his pen to you.

“oh. okay.” you hesitantly took hold of the pencil, and did your best to pretend like you understood, but mark obviously wasn’t buying it. after writing some gibberish, you gave up.

“um, mark?”

“yeah?”

“im a little embarrassed to ask… but.. can you explain it again?”

he didn’t look surprised. he looked at you endearingly. “as expected..” he chuckled, weighing his head side to side to stretch out his neck. his gaze shifted to the clock on the wall behind you. “you know, we should probably head out now.”

“already?” you looked back to see the time for yourself. he didn’t say anything for a second, he just nodded and flashed a gentle smile. “you get too distracted.” he nudged your shoulder. your cheeks burned a little when he did that. “well you’re too distracting.” you nudged him back.

mark grabbed his shoulder where you touched as if he were injured by your strength. “i’m so distracting yet you couldn’t focus on a single thing i said?” he teased you. you didn’t have a witty comeback, so you just stayed silent and stuffed some things wherever they could fit in your bag.

at that point, it was clear to both of you that the next few study sessions you had lined up, would be far more exciting…

a couple weeks of studying with mark went by, and the flirting made its way into your classes. he was getting bolder in his advances. it started with some subtle compliments but now he’s been giving you these corny winks from a across the room, and he makes it really obvious what he’s doing.

once mark started sitting next to you, hell broke loose. one time, the teacher asked the class to solve something, and you miraculously managed to figure it out before mark did. it still backfired tremendously…

“oh my gosh, i got it!” you whispered to mark. “it’s 29!”

he smiled at you for a second, before raising his hand, while simultaneously blurting out, “29! it’s 29!”

your teacher looked pleased. “that was quick, mark. as always, you never disappoint me with your calculating abilities.”

mark threw is head back laughing as quietly as he could, and you kicked his leg underneath the table.. as hard as you could.

later, you would find yourself sitting with mark, side by side, staring down at your math textbook.

“okay, tell me the answer to number 4.”

you didn’t even try to hide the fact that you had no idea what was going on. “i don’t know it.”

mark paused and laughed out of disbelief. “yn, it’s a good thing you wanna be an athlete and not a mathematician.”

what he said was true, but it annoyed you regardless, so you snapped back.

“and it’s a good thing you’re cute, ‘cause that’s the only reason i haven’t killed you yet.”

“psh,” he laughed in an exhale. “are you into me or something?” he kept his eyes fixed on the paper in front of him.

you giggled, “i think that’s the first time i’ve actually known the answer to a question you’ve asked me.” you smirked to yourself, feeling proud of your smooth talking.

when he didn’t respond, you continued.

“yknow.. mark, for being top of the class, i thought you’d have a bit more common sense.”

“what’s that supposed to mean?” he didn’t even bother looking at you.

“yes, mark, i’m into you.”

he still avoided looking your way, but he couldn’t hold back his smile. you stayed staring at your cute math tutor, and you could tell it was making him shy. “yn. focus.” he tapped his pencil on the table.

you tried to pout. “but the math isn’t cute...”

he tapped his pencil more aggressively.

you didn’t try to fight back. you started jotting some things down desperately trying to figure out the equation, until he tapped his pencil again. “yn. i need you to focus.”

annoyed, you jerked your head to face him. “i am focused. im literally doing the math-” your eyes traced his features.

“no, i mean on this.”

“on what?”

he smiled and tapped his pencil to his cheek.

“i need you to focus on me.”

this ended up being longer than intended... but thank you thank you so much for requesting, im so happy to hear that you like my writingggggggggff!!!!! also sorry this took so long, im kinda backed up on requests LOL.

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mactavishsgfandwife · 1 month

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saw that ur reqs r open, and i love all ur work sooo here i am lol

what would the tf141 boys be like w a reader who’s into horror? (i was thinking reader is like rlly sweet but loves playing horror video games or smth, but u can interpret it however u want!)

i can js imagine johnny freaking out when he sees reader playing like,,silent hill or smth. or resident evil 7 (can u tell im a horror game nerd lol)

but yeah! js a silly little idea i had, feel free not to write it if u don’t want to! have a good day, ily!

TF141 Watching a Horror Movie With You 🎃

hi omg this is such a cute concept!! thank you so much for the support, you have no idea how much i appreciate it! i have so many ideas for them with someone who loves horror movies so that’s what this post is about (i hope that’s ok :( ) but i’ll try to write about horror games another time because that’s such a cute concept! i just have lots of ideas for this one rn so i thought i’d do it first female reader, fluff, not proofread <3

Simon "Ghost" Riley thinks it’s cute that you love horror movies. He spends half his life in a real-life horror, he’s seen things that you could never imagine. Teasingly calls you a ‘psycho’ for just sitting there happily, cuddled up to him as you watch something absolutely terrifying go down on the screen.

Simon is a pain in the ass to watch certain horror movies with, because if guns or fighting are involved then he will make sure to point out to you exactly what the directors got wrong.

"He’s holding it wrong… if I even… Price’d never let me hear t’end of it," he mumbles, not talking to anyone in particular.

When you cuddle on the sofa, if you’re laying face down on his chest, he loves to keep one hand on your ass. Sometimes, if something does make him jump, he’ll squeeze it out of instinct.

People don’t usually expect it but you’re very good with scary stuff, you rarely ever get spooked out. But sometimes you do, especially if you’re tired and it’s late.

Once, after you’d watched a film, you went to get ready for bed and Simon went ‘to eat something’. Even when you were all changed and ready for bed, he still hadn’t returned, and so - twiddling your fingers together for reassurance - you peeked out into the darkened hallway.

Only for a 6'4" soldier in a skull mask, wielding a cup of tea, to jump out at you from behind.

You screamed, stumbling back in a state of panicked confusion, about to cry out for Simon when you came to your senses and realised that the masked intruder was Simon.

He stood there, laughing his ass off, until he realised that you were obviously very on edge and a little bit teary eyed.

"C’mere…" he sighed, placing down his tea to take you into his arms, "i’m sorry, baby girl, please don’t cry…" Your heart was racing and you were debating whether or not to slap him, but you knew he didn’t mean to upset you. And you were happy so long as he made up for it.

Soap Mactavish claims that he’s not scared of anything. Nooo, no way, he’s not scared. He’s so not scared that he’s looking away and squeezing your hand.

Poor guy is so easily jumpscared, it makes you giggle.

"You sure this i’nt going t’be too scary for you, bonnie?" he coos, placing an arm around your shoulder as he half-watches the film that has plunged into a strange silence. He’s definitely trying (and failing) to be subtle as he flexed his muscular arms a little bit, in an attempt to show off.

"Oh yeah, don’t worry," you nod sweetly, smiling up at him.

"I’m just saying, angel, if you need to bury your head into my chest, or if you can’t look, then that’s okay, you just go ahead and make yourself comfortable. I’m a soldier, I could easily take on any- Shit! Fucking hell!" he jumps, squealing and then clearing his throat in a poor attempt to disguise it.

"You sure this isn’t going to be too scary for you, bonnie baby..?" you tease, kissing his cheek.

"Lay off it," he pouts, blushing a little bit as he nuzzles his face into your hair.

Alsoooo Johnny is a fiend for feeling you up when you’re watching a film together. He sees it as a perfect opportunity to get to know his pretty lass a little bit better.

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick’s favourite part of movie night is the food. He loves takeaway (he’s definitely a Nando’s lover) but his absolute favourite food is your home cooking. When he was asked his favourite food when he was younger, he was always the one kid who would say "whatever my mum makes!" and now he’s an adult it’s just the same, but "whatever my girlfriend makes!" Whenever he realises you’re going to watch a film, whether you invited him or not, he will call out to you from the other room to "HOLD ON!" as he grabs snacks and drinks for the two of you.

Gaz isn’t too easily creeped out, but it happens. He’ll never admit that it’s because he was scared, but you’ve definitely noticed him ‘accidentally’ leaving the hallway light on. If it wasn’t an ‘accident’, then he obviously did it so that you wouldn’t feel scared in the night. He probably realises that you can see right through him, but you always say you believe him, just to make him feel better.

Kyle’s favourite horror movie series is Paranormal Activity, because it’s a so-bad-it’s-good kind of thing. He loves sitting in bed, eating popcorn, with you in his lap, laughing til you cry at all his jokes about how horrendously made the films are. Once, he was taking the piss out of how bad the film you were watching was and then immediately got jumpscared. He even let out a weird noise in shock - he didn’t hear the end of it for weeks.

Even if he’s not cuddling you as close as possible, Gaz loves to rouch you, usually by holding you with one arm as you rest your head on his shoulder. He is a serial thigh-squeezer.

John Price is a total dad, and that extends to when you can convince him to watch one of your favourite films with you. He wants to watch the movie, it’s not his fault if he falls asleep 15 minutes in every single time.

He lets you lay on his broad chest, that’s warm and rises and fall under your head, while he rests his hands behind his head and closes his eyes. He’s prone to snoring, too - in past, you’ve had to rewind the film because you missed part of it while you were trying to get him to wake up and shut up. The only sureproof way to wake him up is to try and move off of him - he’ll open one eye and grumble at you, as he pulls you right back into him.

"You’re not even watching the film, you’re asleep…" you whine, looking up at him.

"’M watching, love. Shhh," he mumbles, eyes still closed as he softly pats your hair.

"Are not," you pout.

"Shhh. ‘M trying to watch this," he hushes you, eyes closed and totally ready to go back to sleep. You’re almost annoyed at him but he makes that very hard, breathing softly through that moustache as he presses you against him, like you’re a teddy or a weighted blanket.

In terms of the films himself, Price isn’t easily scared (partly helped by the fact that he spends half of the time asleep). The first time that you two watched something scary together, he was almost expecting you to be terrified, but he was pleasantly surprised when you weren’t. He thinks it’s funny how you can sit in his lap perfectly happy and watch something that would have any ‘sensible’ (as he puts it) girl screaming.

He either gets very irritated by the main characters making terrible decisions and getting themselves into trouble, or finds it hilarious. He also loves to rub your feet while you watch the movie, literal princess treatment.

i kind of want to watch a horror movie nowwww

all pictures are from the game or from pinterest as far as i’m aware

i hope this was ok for you!!! i know it’s not exactly what you wanted but maybe we can just consider it part 1 of the horror obsessed reader saga >:)

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vixensbrainrotts · 2 months

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hiii i just discovered ur blog and I love it and was thinking if you could write for smiley/Baji and reader that plays sports(volleyball maybe) and maybe they meet when she hits them accidentally... Feel free to ignore my request💝

Lovestruck — Nahoya <Smiley> Katawa

Content: ask-based

Tropes: Volleyball player! Reader, (kind of) loser! Nahoya (he is a loser you cant tell me otherwise)

Warnings: brief mention of fainting, cursing, (slight disrespect towards the end but idk?)

Summary: Nahoya isn’t an easy match, especially not easy to take down, but against your mighty float-serve he stands no chance.

Vixen‘s two cents: Hello! I got a new keyboard so writing feels like butter right now :) smooth. Yeah anyway sorry this took forever to write but i LOVE this request, i love playing Volleyball so im so happy that i could write about it as one of my passions. Anyway, i hope you enjoy this cause i enjoyed writing this! (Also tell me why whenever i write for Smiley he‘s always getting beat the fuck up? Lol)

Bouncing the ball on the court a few times, you smiled, hearing your teammates cheer for you, calls of „Float serve!“ and „Serve it up Girl!“ echoing through the hall. Fulfilling your little pre-serve ritual you bent your knees and crouched a little, batting the ball towards the floor with one hand three times before chucking the ball upwards. Overcome in a rush of confidence thanks to your mates, you took a short run-up, jumping and stretching in the air, swinging your arm in one powerful motion to reel up for a nearly perfect serve.

The ball cut through the air, soaring over the net. The opposing Libero sizes up, readying herself for a receive but at the last moment she decided that it must be falling into the out, leaving it be as she hears her teammates suspicion. Shouts of „Out!“ and „Leave it“ made you falter a little as all eyes were on your ball, watching it meet the ground, right inside the upper right corner of the court.

The whistle blows and the Referee gestured to your half of the court. „In!“ He gestured with his hands sticking up and you and your team, along with a few onlookers erupted into cheers. „ACE!!!“ your teammates chanted shortly, celebrating the point before returning to positions. The ball gets tossed back to you, and the whistle counting eight seconds in which you have to serve blew.

Pounding the ball on the floor, you completed your ritual again, your teammates calling „Again!“ and „Get‘em!“, and you threw the ball into the air again, winding up for another powerful blow. You hit the ball, sure that this would be another point when the referee blew the whistle unexpectedly, mid-serve. Confusion hit you, afraid you had served a foul ball, or waited too long, but when you looked towards where the ball was flying, you noticed why the whistle sounded.

There was someone on the court. Seemingly in his own world he cut the corner of the court, unaware of his surroundings, most of it shrouded by his hair. The ball was barreling towards him at top speeds, and despite the collective calls of „Watch out!“ and „Ball!“, he barely had enough time to respond when your ball hit him, violently smashing against his head and ricocheting off, rolling towards somewhere in the distance as he‘s knocked off his feet.

Guilty, you stood still in shock for a second, the hall quiet as nobody makes a sound as people looked between you, him and the ball. In a haste moment you jolted alight and broke into a quick jog over to him to see if he was alive.

—

Nahoya had simply been tasked to grab a mop from the storage room in the gym to clean up some of the mess one of his pranks had caused. Nothing more nothing less. When he entered the gym hall , his mission was clear: in, mop, out. Glancing into the hall he noticed that there was a game of volleyball going on, but decided that he could just quickly cross the court to reach his destination.

He regretted that decision now, lying on the floor, clutching the side of his head where he fell. His world was spinning, and not in the way it did when he got hit during fights. This was a wider surface area, and he felt himself get queasy as he swore that his brain was rattling from the impact.

„A— ou—o- ay??“ a voice faded in and out of his ears, eyes cracking open to look at a pair of gym shoes. „Huh?“ he grunted, trying to figure out speech again. „Oh—- od—- he— as- a—con- usion!“ his ears picked up, but the cut off words dont register fully. Instead, his eyes traced up the legs that stood before him, a pair of kneepads catching his gaze shortly before it moved further up. Entranced, he let his eyes map out a pair of (rather wonderful) thighs before the angle he was lying in forced him to look at the face of his saving grace.

„Wow..“ he whispered as he studied your features, the world behind your face blurry as you leaned down towards him, kneeling as a hand came up to his neck to check his pulse. You wove your free hand towards something, somewhere, and then he felt the world slip from underneath him, his hearing muffling as a vignette closed in around the corners of his vision. From one second to another, he went slack on the floor, everything turning black.

—

Completely panicked, you wove over some of the bystanders, asking for assistance to get him over to the sidelines for some immediate attention. In a rush, his body was lifted onto one of the spare equipment room at the side, the referee calling for your team to get back onto the field and play on, trusting you to treat the fallen boy. You were team captain after all.

His pulse was stable, you decided after a minute or two of counting and feeling the thumping on the side of his neck. Slightly relieved that you didn’t just commit murder you rolled him onto his side, shifting into stable position that aimed for him not to choke on his own tongue. You kneeled beside him, holding a damp wash cloth in one hand, a waterbottle clutched in the other.. Slowly and carefully you got closer to his face and whispered “please don’t flinch” as a quiet warning before pushing his hair out of his face to drape the cloth over his forehead.

Once the task was done, you remained sitting beside him, monitoring him for any movement or potential issues. There were a few moments of pure silence between you two which you spent just kind of observing him. You didnt think that you’d seen him before, not recognizing a haircolor as bold as orange to be very familiar to you. Your eyes traced his neat curls as they laid over his head, the coils shining slightly. The slope of his nose was oddly pretty, and you found yourself envious of the little gem that sat precious on his left nostril. His lips were full and lush, the same flushed shade as his cheeks, and judging by the twitch of his eyebrow he might be waking up soon.

His shallow breathing picked up, his nose twitching as his eyelids started to flutter, a soft noise falling from his lips. You readied yourself with the bottle of water you had picked up earlier and shuffled closer to him to ensure that he doesn’t panic too hard when waking up in the foreign space of the storage room.

„Hi…“ you carefully called out to him, hoping that your voice would serve as a smooth transition between conscious and unconscious. „please don’t scare, you’re alright…“ you continued, tapping the bottle nervously as he groaned again, eyelids fluttering open but screwing shut again due to the bright lights.

„Mmmh, what?“ He mumbled, voice gravely as he spoke. „Hi there, you’re currently in the open storage room connected to the gym so dont be confused.“ you said softly and watched his eyelids slowly crack open, now receptive to the bright overhead lights.

„Why am I on the floor though?“ The boy mumbled, raising one of his arms to swipe a hand across his face, pulling the washcloth off his forehead as he regained his bodily sensations. You cringed a little before you answered, a tad embarrassed. „Youre laying on the floor because you briefly lost consciousness-“ you were about to elaborate, but his confused grunt cut you off.

„What? Who did I lose to? Lemme- lemme rematch!“ he sounded distressed, now moving to get up- something he clearly shouldn’t do- so you stopped him before he could sit up fully. Planting a palm on his chest you pushed him back down, to which there was little to no resistance. „You lost to my serve, no rematching to be made.“ you clarified, leaning over him with the water bottle in your free hand.

„What? To you?“ he opened his eyes all the way, having adjusted somewhat well to the bright lights as he got a good look at you for the first time. His eyes widened, albeit still a little drowsy „Oh… damn Mama…no wonder I lost to ya, you could lay me down any day..“ You both gasped in synchronization as you flinched back from him, hand retreating from his chest as you stared down at him. He, likewise just as bewildered as you stared back up at you, a hand slapped over his mouth as his face transitioned into a darker, redder shade.

„Oh my god. I didnt mean- it‘s- Im so sorry.“ He stuttered out as he tried to scoot away from you to give you both some space to breathe. „Yeah, its ok, I mean its my fault really, I knocked you out, its clear that you have a little bit of a hazy mind…“ You utter down at him bashfully, a small smile wavering on your lips as you think about the absurdity of the situation.

„No no no I mean thats really inappropriate and I really shouldn’t have said that at all, I promise I don’t mean to be disrespectful but you’re so… you know? And maybe I should just shut up actually cause I think the more im talking the worse im making this all..“ He trails off as he comes to sit up fully, eyes filled with guilt as his focus darts around the room.

„Hey, hey, its alright! I mean, yeah ok maybe that was not what I was expecting but uh… you know… maybe take me out beforehand?“ you giggle as you scoot closer, taking the wet washcloth from where it lay forgotten beside him. Chuckling, you fold the cloth and set it, along with the water bottle, down next to him. „You‘re kinda cute, you know?“ you smile down at him as you stand up completely, boldly winking at him before turning on your heel to leave.

„Wait you serious? Hold on-“ he called out after snapping out of his daze, and you felt your smile widen across your face, cheeks tingling in a warming sensation. „Rest. Stay there until you feel better, they need me on the court, I’m the captain after all.“ you walk out of the open storage room, briefly throwing the boy a look over your shoulders.

„Im Nahoya by the way!“ he called out to you when he noticed your attention, and in smooth response you pulled your hair over your shoulder, revealing the lettering of your name on your jersey as you took your spot on the field. Your teammates noticed, immediately, and started giggling and whispering, teasing you about Nahoya who was now setting down at the side of the court, next to a line-judge he seemed semi-familiar with.

„Dang…“ Baji muttered and shook his head. „Knocked out clean with a Proxi-slap…“ he pondered, a hand on his chin as his eyebrows furrowed. „Baji-San i dint think that that‘s-„ Chifuyu was going to correct him, but Baji kept talking „That chick must have one hell of a punch then...“. Nahoya nodded, almost proud as he recounted it. „Yeah! It was so forceful i thought i was being hit by a train! You know what, it‘s sorta comparable to one of Hanma‘s hooks…“ the crowd of captains and vice captains ah-d and ooh-ed at the comparison.

„And you stayed there? Watching? They allowed you?“ Souya questioned, in slight disbelief. „Yeah! Oh my goodness you wish you could have seen…“ Nahoya swooned, fanning himself with one hand at the very thought. The surrounding members of Toman grumbled and snickered, some giving encouraging whoops to the twin.

„So a Volleyball-player…“ Pah-chin coughed, „She got—?“ „Thighs! Thighs for days oh my lord you wont believe it! And her smile! The way her hair falls, when she cheers and celebrates…“ Nahoya cut him off, a dreamy smile streatching across his face as he started to recount every thought he had when watching you.

The others shared a knowing glance and Mitsuya snickered „Damn, she‘s got you bad, huh?“ Nahoya stopped and looked at him, eyes blank as he thought for a second. „Yeahn… I guess…“ he trailed off to which Draken burst out into a loud laugh.

„She done ‘nd tamed one of the wildest guys I know, damn! You said she knocked you clean out? With a serve? You know damn well that shawty could beat ya ass!“ Draken went on, leaning onto Mistuya for support who joined the laughter.

„Hey listen! You‘ll shut ya mouths once you see all she brings! Full package I tell ya!“ Nahoya scrambles to defend his dignity (or yours, he wasnt quite sure).

„Right Romeo. You‘ve got her number then?“ Mitsuya quizzed, to which Nahoya fell silent.

„Shit.“

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