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gar-a-ash · 25 days
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Breeding goals for 2024:
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Producing a high quality sporting and working dog that is capable of being a pleasant companion on quiet days provided needs are met (Tassie is a med-high drive/low energy shepherd, expected sire was chosen for also being high drive/med energy and able to settle in the house)
Continuing the breed standard of producing a dog that is owner-oriented and aloof with strangers, though not unfriendly (Tassie is paranoid with strangers and asocial, very much a one-person dog, expected sire is selected for sociability to offset this. Tassie's pedigree has social dogs so I suspect that she's a one-off)
Not focusing on bite sports/protection; the goal is to produce a dog that is capable of doing more than just biting. The shepherd should be an all-around working dog capable of doing anything it's trained to do. (Tassie struggled with learning sports where independent thinking was necessary, though once she picked it up she's a rockstar at odor detection. Sire is a bite sport dog and titled well, chosen for good pedigree and environmental soundness. Pups will probably excel in bite sport avenues, though they should be stable enough to perform at anything)
Steering away from insane drive, part of producing a dog capable of living in the house. Also helps the goal of producing an all-around working dog, so the dog is capable of slowing down to learn new things without having an anxiety attack (Tassie struggled with this through adolescence but settled very nicely as an adult, sire is about the same)
Producing a dog that is environmentally sound and confident in new locations (Tassie has always been excellent, sire is said to have strong environmental soundness and has titled well. Puppy program planned to help pups with environmental confidence. Some adolescent reactivity is expected, both dogs had issues though have been successfully managed out of it. This is a known breed issue)
Producing a dog in good physical health (Need to finish Tassie's OFA's to confirm but pedigree has excellent rated hips/elbows throughout, sire is the same. Tassie is DM free, sire will carry. Chance for DM carries in the litter, waiting for a response back from a different stud dog just in case that would negate this but is chosen for same reasons above)
I have more thoughts on this but this is what I'm aiming for, potential for holding back a bitch from this litter to pair with future pup but I'm not sure if I want to raise two pups of similar age together so it would have to be a really amazing puppy. I CAN do it, I just don't know if I WANT to do it. But Tassie will most likely be three by the time this litter is born and I don't want to wait too long.
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writingouthere · 3 months
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singledad!Sukuna x neighbor!reader-Sukuna and Yuuji really want you to join their family! role reversal from my other series, think this will just be a one-shot though. Yuuji is Sukuna's brother but he's raised him since he was a baby and Yuuji calls him dad.
cw: Sukuna is manipulative and also a murderer but everyone's happy and you're both aware so it's okay. this is really just fluff.
"I....want you to be my mommy?"
Sukuna scowled as Yuuji looked more confused than ever.
"No, no that is not what you're saying kid. You're just going to tell her about how the other kids' mommies on the playground make you feel left out."
"But they don't, Megumi's mommy always gives me a snack when I'm hungry!"
"That's not his mommy, that's Megumi's daddy," Sukuna corrected, wondering if this was just a hopeless endeavor. He could have easily followed a plan this simple when he was four, but Yuuji was too soft. This was what happened when you raised a kid in a stable, loving environment. They lost the ability to go for the jugular when needed.
"But Megumi's daddy calls him mommy?" Sukuna didn't hold back his groan. You were going to be coming back from your morning walk any minute. He didn't have time for Yuuji to not get basic directions or to explain the dynamics of that Gojo family.
"Look when we go out there, just look sad and I'll handle the rest."
"But I'm not sad, I'm happy. We're going to the park and Megumi's mommy is bringing mochi today!"
"Shit kid, do you want a mom or not?" Sukuna asked, trying not to roll his eyes as be bent down to snap on the velcro straps on Yuuji's light up sneakers.
"I don't need a mom, I have you," Yuuji said. He looked uncharacteristically defiant and Sukuna couldn't help feeling proud of his little brother.
It had been touch and go when Yuuji was a baby. Sukuna had still been a kid himself and they didn't have any money and Yuuji's mom was even crazier than Sukuna's. Their father nowhere to be seen. Since Sukuna and Uraume had spread the pieces of his corpse around the city.
Sukuna pushed these memories aside and ruffled Yuuji's hair. "I know you don't need one, we only need each other." Yuuji nodded, his little head moving with all his conviction. "But it might be nice, right?"
Yuuji seemed thoughtful before finally biting his lip and looking down at his sneakers. He tapped them, making the red and black lights flash.
"She's really nice, I like her."
"I like her too," Sukuna said and he heard the sound of your sneakers slapping against the tiled hallway. "So let's go and look sad, okay?" Yuuji nodded, determined now and Sukuna grabbed his backpack before the two brothers went out into the hall.
You were just taking your keys out of your bag and you turned to the brothers, a smile on your face. "Good morning gentlemen, it's nice to see you. Heading out?"
That was when you noticed Yuuji's downturned expression. Sukuna saw your face shift into one of concern and he resisted a smirk.
Sukuna cleared his throat and squeezed Yuuji's hand. Good boy. "We're heading out to the park, you know the one by the high school."
"Oooh, that's nice. You like that park, right Yuuji? You said it was the biggest one in the whole city," you crouched down so you could look Yuuji in the eye and Yuuji seemed to forget he was supposed to be sad for a minute because he jumped up and down, the lights of his shoes flashing in the dim hallway.
"Yeah, it has the best swings too!" You ooohed and aawed appropriately while Sukuna tried not to smack his head against the wall. Maybe he and this kid weren't related after all, fuck.
Yuuji seemed to notice his expression because he stopped jumping to look down at feet. He put out his lower lip and used the tip of one of shoes to mess with a scuff mark on the linoleum. It would have made a more pathetic visage if his shoes weren't still lit up.
"Yuuji," you said, coming closer so you could kneel on the ground in front of the boy. The sight of you on your knees did something to Sukuna, but he pushed it aside to see what the brat had in mind. So far, he wasn't impressed with the performance. "Is something wrong?"
"It's just," Yuuji let out a sad sigh that wouldn't get him a gig in a car commercial. "Megumi and his mommy will be there and it makes me feel sad because all the other kids have mommies and I don't." God, there was no way you could be buying this, Sukuna looked at you and saw that your eyes looked a little watery.
Huh, look at that. Maybe he wouldn't have to kick the kid out, after all.
"I'm sorry Yuuji, that must be hard," you said and you reached out and swiped out where Yuuji had even managed to shed a tear. Sukuna felt so proud. "But I know that your dad is really excited to take you and the two of you are going to have so much fun!"
"Could you come too?" Yuuji asked and you bit your lip. Yuuji looked up and batted his little doe eyes at you. "It would make me really happy if you came with us. We could all have fun together."
"I wouldn't want to intrude-"
"It wouldn't be intruding," Sukuna cut in. "If you're busy though no worries, I know we'll have fun just the two of us. Right, Yuuji?"
Yuuji bit his lip and Sukuna could tell he was torn between showing how excited he was to spend time with his dad and being 'sad' so you would join them.
You looked between the two before seeming to come to some kind of decision. "If you don't mind waiting while I change, I'd be happy to join you two. Should I bring anything?"
"I think we're all set. We'll wait outside for you," Sukuna said and Yuuji went up and gave you a big hug that you returned.
Sukuna took Yuuji outside to wait for you, the kid occupying himself with a mostly washed away hopscotch chalk sketch. Sukuna alternated between watching him and texting Uraume who was claiming to be over him and his nonsense. Sukuna would take it more seriously if Uraume hadn't been saying that for going on twenty years. He knew they loved him, fucking sap.
Soon, but not soon enough, you came bounding down the stairs. A scarf tied around your neck, your turtleneck exposed by the open top button of your coat. He couldn't keep letting you be single, looking all pretty like that. He was too greedy for that.
Besides, looking the way you did and knowing your big heart, it was just a matter of time before some nice loser tricked you into settling with them and he just couldn't have that. The idea of you taking someone else home to your warm apartment with it's million throw blankets and a cookie jar, an actual cookie jar, he was convinced you kept stocked up just for Yuuji, made him want to commit another murder.
"Ready?" you asked and Sukuna nodded while Yuuji took your hand in his right and Sukuna's in his left.
"Let's go!"
Yuuji's enthusiasm was contagious and the two of you chatted all the way to the park. Sukuna saw some people shoot you all looks as you walked. Sukuna was used to people viewing him with suspicion, even fear. His tattoos, dyed hair and general demeanor making people cross the street to avoid him. Something about you and Yuuji seemed to balance him out though and people reacted as if they were just looking at a cute family going out on a Saturday.
You didn't seem to notice either way and just continued talking to Yuuji about some new anime for kids Sukuna had probably had to suffer through but hadn't retained any memory of.
As soon as you all got to the park, Yuuji took off with barely a good-bye. You seemed concerned and Sukuna bumped your shoulder with his. "Don't stress, he just sees the Fushiguro kid over there. See, they're already fucking around."
He pointed to where Yuuji was chasing around a scowling dark haired boy the same age as him. Sukuna didn't buy the scowl for a second.
He had once run into the kid and his weird dads at the grocery store and the kid had scolded him when he figured out Yuuji wasn't with him. Sukuna would have knocked the kid down a peg if he wasn't actually four years old and if his 'mommy' didn't low key give him the creeps. Sukuna was pretty sure he wasn't the only person guilty of homicide currently at this playground.
"That's so cute," you cooed and Sukuna nodded along while he took you over to some picnic tables. Unfortunately one of them was already occupied.
"Aww if it isn't Sukuna. How nice it is to see your lovely face on a Saturday morning!"
"Gojo."
Sukuna was ready to leave it there but then the bastard got up and walked over. His partner continued sipping on a large cup of boba, watching from his seat although he gave you a little wave.
"Who is this, new girlfriend?" Gojo asked tilting down his sunglasses to look you up and down.
You laughed and introduced yourself while Megumi's parents did the same. Gojo grabbed your hand when you held it out and kissed the back of it, his lips curved into a smile even as he lingered, his fingers clearly holding onto where your pulse would be. Sukuna moved closer to you and put a hand around your waist, the gesture a clear sign for the other man to back off which Sukuna knew Gojo understood because the bitch fucking smiled at him.
Sukuna didn't necessarily take any of Gojo's flirtations seriously. He flirted with every mom and dad on the playground, including him when they first met. He'd even seen him flirt with the guy who worked the ice cream truck so egregiously the kid had looked on the verge of passing out. His partner never seemed bothered and Sukuna wondered if he was just that secure in the relationship or if he hoped someone would finally come along and get the annoying man away from him.
As usual though, Gojo lost interest quickly and went back to his husband who didn't say anything as Gojo lay across his lap like some kind of housecat.
"There are children here," Sukuna said. Mostly out of spite and not jealousy that the two of you weren't curled up like that.
"Don't be homophobic," Gojo said and you snorted before looking innocent when Sukuna shot you a look.
"Alright, let's go see what Yuuji's up to." Sukuna went along with your excuse, mostly just because he liked the feeling of your hand in his. The two of you wandered closer to the playground where Megumi and Yuuji were currently engaged in a game with some other kids that Sukuna couldn't have possibly guessed the subject of.
The kids alternated running around the large structure, disappearing into tunnels, jumping down to hide underneath slides and behind climbing walls. Every time Yuuji popped back up to view he would wave and call out to you both. Sukuna still felt a little warm whenever the kid called him dad and the look you gave him after made him feel caught.
"So, I can see why Yuuji was so sad those morning. Megumi's parents are just vicious monsters," you said and Sukuna was so taken aback he knew his expression didn't hide it well. You smiled and swung your hand that was still in his, turning so you could look at him.
"I don't think that's what the issue was," Sukuna managed and you nodded.
"Right, it must have been because he's so lonely," you said before the two of you were interrupted by the sound of children's ecstatic laughter. You both looked to where Yuuji was now being chased by an entire horde of children.
"I'm the curse, you have to catch me," he yelled out and the other children screamed and laughed as they tried to grab him. Yuuji had never had a hard time making friends and that was very evident in the way he got kids of all ages, even the quiet ones to join in on his game.
"You can have friends and still be lonely," Sukuna argued and you gave him just the softest look. It wasn't fair for you to see through his schemes and still look at him like that.
"Are you lonely, Sukuna?" You got closer to him, your hand still got in his and you were so warm. "Maybe I should come home with you, then?"
Sukuna couldn't have stopped himself from kissing you even if he wanted to, which he didn't. He let go of your hand so he could cup your face in both of his palms. You moaned your approval into his mouth and he responded by nipping your upper lip, pulling you up to meet him as he leaned down to kiss you. Sukuna was about to risk another arrest by taking you right here in the park before a familiar voice called out to the both of you.
"Hey now, there's children here."
Sukuna turned to give the infuriating dumbfuck a piece of his mind when you distracted him by pulling him back to you and giving him a quick peck on the lips. He could leave the fight with Gojo for another day, he supposed. He knew he'd win anyway.
You're smiling and you look so happy and Sukuna doesn't feel the least amount of guilt in getting you here. Even if you knew it was a trick.
Although.
Did this mean you knew that all those times he was "stuck at work" and needed someone to watch Yuuji were a lie too? Or that he actually could cook and the one time he set the building fire alarm off had been because he started an actual fire and not just him burning dinner and two of them didn't actually need you to invite them to dinner so much? Did you also know that your radiator hadn't just stopped working randomly but he had broke it, knowing you would call him because your super never answered, and when he said a part was still missing and you would just have to stay the night at his and Yuuji's place-
Sukuna looked at you more closely and you just kept smiling.
As Yuuji called for the two of you to come help him and Megumi on the swings, Sukuna wondered if he had ever trapped you, even once. Or if you had just let him catch you.
Watching you push Yuuji as the boy screamed for you to go "higher, higher!" he decided he didn't care. Fuck, it might just be better. Knowing you were maybe as crazy as he was.
shout out to the dad at the park today who had the audacity to play with his toddler and have a cute dog at the same time.
also I liked the end of this so much I may just write a prequel of Sukuna and reader taking turns gaslighting the other into a relationship, we'll see.
Edit: wrote the prequel, here!
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ohplasticheart · 5 months
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the worst thing about big celebrities coming to my country is that then twitter is flooded with the worst most chronically online takes criticizing us for things that have never been an issue
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spideyyeet · 4 months
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CONCERT KISS ☾
mma toji finds out a fan at his match is a famous popstar ….maybe he’ll go to her concert ;)
tags — nsfw, mean toji, crazy fans, unprotected, spit kink, creampie, size kink, MAJOR brat taming, dumbification, breeding, cum dump, squirting, protective toji, pet names (puppy, sweetheart, spanking, oral (f!receiving), fingering, soft toji, toji cums a lot :p
notes — it’s insane how many ppl asked for mma!toji x popstar!reader, so here u go!
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how could he have known? minutes before his match some random fan was waiting outside his lockerroom, what else could he have done?
“ow—“ the small yelp from knocking over the girl suddenly had his eyes looking down.
“who’re you? where’s my team?” his voice was cold, he’d just walked into the room when he heard a knock on the door. still wearing his hoodie and sweats, he needed to warm up, and for some odd reason his team was taking too long to bring in his things.
“I’m not a worker,” you quickly blurt, clearly flustered, considering you were still on the ground, yet your eyes were as bright as stars.
“how the fuck did you pass through security?” toji squints down, he didn’t have time for this. the cheering from the crowded stadium echoed through the long hallway as other workers were rushing around.
“i just…passed through?” you bite your cheek nervously, your eyes couldn’t help but continue looking over the famous athlete. even though he was wearing just a black set, he was so big. his shoulders were huge, his eyes were as green as they were on tv. and the scar was much deeper in person. you always wondered how he got it—
“fuckin’ fans,” toji rubs his face, your eyes go wide as you feel yourself being lifted, standing back on your feet. your body is too stunned, eyes gazing up at the fighter, he was so close! he smelled so good! you wonder if he showered before the match. your cheeks were heating up just at the not so appropriate thoughts. even though he’d let go of you a long time ago, you were still dreaming about how easily he’d lifted you back on your feet.
“hey!—“ your lips part, blinking quickly. fuck! did you just space out!
“oh, I was just wondering if you showered?”
….
“huh?” your face was frozen. what the fuck did you just say?! huhhhhhhh????? toji was staring at you with the biggest, what the fuck, face ever. he definitely thinks you’re a pervert!
“y—“
“you don’t have to answer that!” you quickly blurt, toji pinched his nose. where’s his team? why is he dealing with this? “am I bothering you?”
“yes,” you felt your stomach drop. “where the fuck are they,” toji walks past you, not before glancing over his shoulder, his eyes taking a moment to look you over. not bad. “get out before I call security.”
well that didn’t go so well. your face fell into your hands as you dragged your feet to the stadium. completely defeated.
“how’d it go?”
“huh?” toji glares up at his manager, shiu.
“what do you mean huh? how’d the meet with y/n go? one of the singers from the pop group?” shiu looks up from his phone, watching a nonchalant toji sitting on the bench as his coach massages his arms, loosening up the muscles.
“who?” toji stretches his neck, a low groan slipping as he tries to focus on relaxing. his muscles did tend to tense up before a match.
“the popstar. remember I told you she would stop by before the match,” shiu looks as toji’s eyes stare off…
“she didn’t show,” he throws, unbothered as he stands up. he would’ve known if an uppty egotistical popstar was bouncing around in the halls demanding to see him.
“shit, really?” shiu rubs his jaw, looking back at his phone. “her manager told me she checked through security,” he mutters.
the stadium was on their feet. people holding up posters, some waving red green black and white flags, men yelling, girls screaming, people jumping, drinking, laughing—everyone was in high spirits. one of the biggest matches of the year was going down, the suspense has been building up for months!
“you didn’t see him?” your manager yelled beside you, your hands were popping chocolates into your mouth, as you sat in the front row.
“um…” your mouth was stuffed with chocolates, somehow still flustered and embarrassed about what happened earlier. “no.”
“I swore they told me you could go in, he wasn’t there?” your manager was on her phone looking over her messages as you swallowed the chocolates.
“I think he was busy,” your manager looks over at you, her brows pinched for a moment until the announcer suddenly called your name. your eyes shifting to the screens that displayed you, along with your name as audiences went crazy.
your smile was automatic as you waved at the camera, putting peace sign up. the audience applauding even louder, as you laughed lightly, they didn’t have to stay on you that long. finally they switched over to another athlete that was in the audience also wearing a watermelon shirt, the camera went through the guests that came.
you’ve been a fan for years, watching on your phone when you were just starting to get famous. it wasn’t news that you were a fan of mma. constantly talking about how much you love it in interviews.
“and the person you’ve all been waiting for—!” the stadium bursts, already screaming before the most well known and talented fighter of the century, “TTTOOOOOOJJJJJIIIIIIIII!”
it was hard for you not to start screaming as well. flustered when cameras continued to shift from you and the other guests. you felt like you were in a dream…as if your mind was pretending this was your first encounter with the fighter and whatever happened earlier was just a nightmare.
it was the best night of your life. probably better than when you first debuted, definitely better than your first interview, or getting a million followers—none of it could compare to this night.
the “ows” and “ohmygods” were just filtering through your lips. your face was full of expression, reacting to every jab, every kick, every counter, and every grapple—you were absolutely mesmerized, eyes bright as stars that when the match was over you had practically lost your voice.
toji was yelling over his opponent as he pounded his firm sweaty chest, spitting some blood as the cameras came flooding into the cage. the referee holding toji’s arm up in the air. “fuck he’s so hot,” you mutter to yourself.
everyone was screaming, you were bouncing on your feet as journalists flooded the cage, your eyes stayed on toji. you hadn’t realized what was happening until toji was standing beside you.
“y/n, give us a smile!” a photographer was shouting, you were already smiling big, giving a peace sign, the usual smile you gave fans and how you were on stage, was nothing like this smile. you were absolutely beaming.
your breath hitched as you felt his body suddenly lean on you. the exhaustion from the fight flushing over him, your hand almost instinctively came up tried your best to keep him steady. the heat from his body was overwhelming, your heart beating louder as you heard his panting close to your head.
“sorry,” he mutters close to your ear, pulling away after the pictures are taken and his manager is dragging him to the other celebrity guests to greet. you were frozen, cheeks burning with heat as you looked at your manager.
“d-did—“
“I recorded it all,” she already cut you off giggling as she held up her phone. you started giggling and jumping as well, as if you weren’t some celebrity as well. but in your eyes, athletes are probably the closest things to super-humans. when players would pose after winning or scoring goals, they were on top of the world! it was incredible and now—
“I think I can die now, I don’t think anything will ever be better than this.”
toji was getting treated by his medical team as shiu was answering calls left and right. his team trying desperately to push the journalists back as they all started screaming questions into the lockerroom.
“are you dating y/n!?” toji glanced over, his lips ready to answer with a who?, until shiu stepped over, pushing them aside and finally slamming the door shut.
“speaking of, her manager gave me extra tickets to her concert,” shiu handed toji the extra ticket.
“I haven’t even met this girl. she just handin these things out for free?” toji dropped it on his lap.
“you just met her?” shiu looked at toji with a seriously? “she was in the front row—“ shiu gave up, as he quickly opened his phone and opened twitter, turning it around.
“her?!” toji suddenly exclaimed, catching the entire room off guard. he looked at the picture that was taken just minutes ago, along with the multiple clips of her reactions throughout the fight. his mind immediately remembering the interaction from before the match.
“she’s a huge fan, some fans are also outside to get a look at her,” shiu went back on his phone, exiting out of the multiple pictures that have been reposted of toji and you.
“oh fuck,” toji didn’t feel an ounce of guilt. how was he supposed to know you were you? you were just standing there saying weird ass shit, it’s not his fault he was rude to you. but then why is he laying in his hotel suite scrolling mindlessly on his phone, opening every single tab that had your name.
Wikipedia, Instagram, YouTube—he doesn’t even use social media, shiu mainly handles it to advertise his fights, rarely does toji ever post anything himself. yet here he is, using the account to look through your page. over 70m followers…were you really that famous….
he began to realize how addicting it was to stalk people. or maybe it was just you. it was entertaining, shifting from instagram to youtube, to other pages to see clips from interviews.
he couldn’t help himself. especially when he’d happened to stumble on a old interview and his name coming from your pretty lips over and over and over again, gave him a certain feeling. toji is the craziest. toji’s fight was soooo insane. toji is hands down the greatest fighter of all time! one of the other girls in your old pop group commenting “here we go again.”
if he hadn’t seen you last night, he would’ve thought you weren’t a fan anymore since you don’t publicly fangirl over him, it was only that interview, yet…
his eyes glanced over at the concert ticket. it wasn’t his fault you acted like a complete idiot…but he did feel his own pride swell just a bit. the way you acted in front of him versus how you were as a celebrity was so completely different.
maybe he wanted to see you because he wanted the reaction again… besides it was a convenient coincidence that your concert was in less than a week, in the same venue as his fight. he can push his plane ticket back a week.
your head was resting back as you were getting your makeup done, the outfits were lined on the rack as people were flooding in and out of the room. your manager yelling and running like a headless chicken. concert days were always this chaotic, which was always the worst fucking part—at least in your opinion. you just wanted to skip to the part where you’re already on stage.
“I got this!” you yell as you bounce on your feet as you start getting dressed in the first outfit.
“what?!” your manager is suddenly shrieking beside you as your making your way backstage, your entrance in a couple seconds.
“what? what’s wrong??” you’re always on edge minutes before your entrance—you don’t like it when she yells—
“I don’t know if you’ll piss yourself?” your manager looks at you with big eyes, you can’t read her at all—you’ve never seen that kinda look on her face.
“I don’t wanna piss myself,” you mutter back. “don’t look at me like that!”
“I can’t—I’m sorry I’m gonna say it—“
“don’t say it!” you’re shrieking, the audience was going crazy waiting for you.
“sorry!” she’s apologizing?!
“no!” your stomach was churning, you didn’t want to know, after the concert is always better. you didn’t want to hear it, so when your cue started, you’re already sprinting on stage. the stadium was all dark as you took your position.
the music started going, the audience was silent, phones out, and the moment the beat started, the lights blasted and your voice boomed.
“WHAT’S UP EVERYONE!”
the entire stadium bursted ten times louder as you started singing. you were running in and out with each song and new outfit each time. you weren’t just singing, but dancing too.
his eyes followed every spin, every stop, every outfit change. you were on a completely different universe, the stage elevating how much power you held. maybe he understands why people are screaming and crying beside him. the cunt poppy attitude you had onstage was like nothing else. it was far different then the you he met at his fight. you’d worn casual clothes, but your outfits her were much more revealing and edgy. maybe he understood what had girls creaming their panties in the audience.
sweat beaded down your pretty head. fans tossed flowers, candies, chocolates as they cried.
as you danced, you’d smile at fans, wave in between lyrics. you were an absolute star. the stadium was packed and the fans holding flags and were singing word for word.
you always feel like you’re on the best high when you’re on stage. it was the best feeling ever as you felt your heart beating in your ears and the attention was even more intoxicating. the energy was so intense and euphoric, you absolutely loved it. especially the fans—
your breath hitched.
what’s…
you felt your foot misstep as you fell during a turn. the dancers still going as fans start cheering for you to stand up, some yelling are you okay.
what’s…what’s he doing here?!
the devilish smirk that played on his lips, waving at you, just sent your heart throbbing, your thighs clenching, and your lips drying. your eyes were bright as you felt your stomach burst with butterflies, a sudden heat stinging your ears.
you quickly got back on your feet, your mask returning as you continued the song, the crowd applauding you.
Toji’s hand came up to his mouth, laughing. the startled look on your face when you noticed him in the crowd, it was too cute. everyone was screaming, loving the absolute unwavering confidence you excude on stage. the attitude sharper than a knife…yet… you were the complete opposite when toji was there.
you thanked the audience as they started crying now that the concert was over. you were waving like crazy as you made your way backstage.
“get these outfits off of me,” you gasp, absolutely exhausted as dancers and crew all shuffle backstage.
“you did so great!” your manager hands you a towel, as you wipe some sweat. your heart was hammering, your chest heaving as you looked over your shoulder back at the stage.
“he was here,” you whisper, still shocked. “toji was here.” the audience was so loud that your manager couldn’t hear anything as she escorted you to the dressing room.
“we have to leave the stadium, or fans will start trying to get in,” she shouts, asking your dresser to help you change.
you were too stunned to move. your brain only flashing the glimpse you got of the fighter. was it just your delusions? it had to be. there was no way he would come, especially with your first impression.
“y/n, he’s waiting outside the room!” your manager suddenly barged in. her face pink as she shouted, not bothering to hide the weight of her words.
but it seemed like you had even less of a brain because why did you sprint towards the door, ripping it open and locking eyes with the fighter. the fighter who shamelessly let his eyes drift down to rack up your practically nude body, you just had nipple patches on, and a very thin white thong easily showcasing your bare thighs.
“toji!” your face was bursting with joy. “you came!”
he grins, not expecting you to be so hyper. it was definitely the adrenaline high. he practically strolled backstage, it seemed like everyone paved the path for him. “you seem jumpy.”
“I’m really happy,” you were practically seeing hearts as you stared up at the man. your heart was beating in your ears, as you felt your body overheating. he was so attractive, he still has some bandages on his cheek from his fight. his eyes were so pretty, you felt your body getting burn.
“you stare too much, princess,” he taps your chin up, your lips parting as you stared at him even more. toji gently rubs his thumb on your chin. you were so easy to play with. the way your cute body almost purred, leaning into him like a little puppy. “you’re not gonna reply?”
“I am,” you sigh, silently swaying in place. it’s been a long couple weeks touring, and this concert was just as tiring. but toji was here—
“I’m so sorry, sir!” your manager suddenly came running out, throwing a towel over your body, shielding you from the fighters predatory eyes. “she’s just tired from the show and ran out!”
your face stung red. suddenly burying your face in the towel, you’re so embarrassing! how could you just run out like that—
“y/n, we need to go over the schedule for next week and run through some logistics—“ your manager continued rambling, listing off the amount of shit you needed to get done. your mind was hazy as you nodded, barely conscious as toji stood there, eyes somehow catching your movements a bit closely, especially when you accidentally started leaning backwards. his body subtly moved around pressing his arm gently to your back, keeping you upright.
your manager thankfully received a message from her walkie and quickly ran away saying she needed to deal with some security problems. leaving you to finally breathe.
“that was a fucking headache to hear,” toji comments, you somehow hadn’t realized he’d been keeping you up until now.
“oh, liya, she just likes being prepared,” you smile so easily, your lips soft even though your entire body is unbelievably exhausted. “oh sorry,” you quickly pull away from toji, only for your balance to waver again and his arm is once again holding you up, this time his arm completely wraps around your waist. “sorry,” you cringe.
“take it easy….don’t worry,” he easily guides you back to the dressing room. your eyes are shining as you hold his arm, cheeks hot. toji wondered, was it because he stalked you last night that he doesn’t mind taking care of you? you were objectively attractive, but for some reason he found you more attractive now, then when you were on stage.
“thanks, you’re pretty nice,” your body freezes. “wait! I didn’t mean it in a backhanded kinda way!”
toji laughs.
your heart skips a beat at the sound. he grabs a water bottle and opens it for you.
“have you eaten?” his hand gently brushes your hair back as you chug the water, eyes not leaving his, so adorably. not realizing you’d been a bit dehydrated. you shake your head. lips parting as water drops down from your chin to your tits. toji hums as he swipes his thumb against your chin, as he eyes your slipping nipple patches.
“I’m a bit hungry, if you wanna join me?” he tilts his head, watching as you open and close your mouth. the way his scar twitched up only had your pussy dripping.
“you wanna get dinner with me?” you can’t help but smile too, a little bit flirty. the confidence slowly fading in.
“that’s what I just said, princess,” he taps your chin up, only causing your smirk to grow wider as you lean in to his touch. he gently held your chin between his fingers, laughing. “fucking minx, go change so we can leave.”
“okay!” you pop, twirling out of his hold before looking over your shoulder and giving him a smile that his eyes widening...his heart just jumped.
toji rubbed his face pulling his cap off as he moved to sit on the couch, tossing his jacket beside him, suddenly hearing a loud thud behind him.
“ow,” you quietly yelp.
“need help?” he teased, but it still had you flustered. you’d tripped and fell, and toji’s eyes slightly darkened at the sight between your legs. his hands were already mimicking what he’d done days ago. lifting you up back to your feet. “always falling on yer knees for me.”
“don’t flatter yourself,” you look away, so completely embarrassed, especially because this time his hand stayed on your bare skin and you could feel how big his hands are.
“ah you’re talking back more and more,” he laughs, “you getting comfortable with me?” your lips part as you look back at toji.
“maybe I’m just tired,” you hum, chin tilted up so adorably toji almost understood why your fans cry. “it’s been a long month,” you give a dramatic sigh as you let your full body weight fall onto the fighter. “why don’t you take care of me?”
toji starts laughing even louder, it was easy playing with you…holding you. his hands slid down to your thighs and lifted you up. your arms wrapped around his neck, as he walks you to the dresser.
“getting more spoiled by the second. you really are a popstar,” he teases as you laugh with him, dramatically letting him manhandle you.
“I had to hold you up after your little fight, the least you can do is show me the same courtesy,” you say with a teasing shrug, your tits moving up as toji sat you down.
“little,” he quirks a brow, placing his hands on the side as he tilts his head. your arms cross, involuntarily squeezing your pretty tits together as you rub your chin. you’re really testing him.
“ya little fight, I mean I get bigger fights in my concerts,” you joke, remembering multiple times security has to break up fights between fans in the crowd during concerts.
“where’d all this confidence come from sweetheart?” toji is standing between your legs as his big arms also cross, mimicking you. his tshirt tightening around his biceps making your legs close. “what’s wrong?” he knows exactly what’s going on when you tried to squeeze against him.
“nothing,” you blurt, trying to keep your composure, because right now this was a battle. who was going to break first?
“are you sure, sweetheart?” toji licks at his scar as an arm uncrossed to come down and feel the skin of your thighs. goosebumps erupting in its path as you felt your heart throb between your legs.
“I would say the same to you….you like teasing me, toji? …… it’s telling,” your arms situate behind you as your legs seductively go up the back of his thighs. your back arching as he gets a full look at you….fuck.
“you’re starting something here,” his hands massage your thighs, your heat consuming him as he sees the wet patch of your panties sticking to your folds.
“did i really start it though?” you say with a tilt of your head. tongue swiping at your pulp wet lips. toji couldn’t deny that his cock was throbbing. especially as he leaned in, lips grazing yours.
“what’s the game?” he feels your breath slowly hitch. “you playing with me…making me all hot down there,” he grins at the way your body arches even more, trying to press closer to him. “it’s pretty hard sweetheart, but you’re practically dripping through those see through panties of yours.” toji smiles as he hears you whimper so softly.
“I’m not dripping,” you pant, feeling his lips barely touch yours. you were so adorably swaying your lips to feel his just teasingly graze yours, pulling back ever so often so you wouldn’t fully feel him.
“you lying to me?” his voice sounded much deeper now, running all the way down south.
“am i?” fuck, you had him, you had him because he no longer could stop his lips from crashing into yours.
your whimpers slipped easily as you felt his tongue immediately start playing with yours. your lips parting allowing him to grasp your thighs as he pressed himself between your legs, feeling your fingers come up to grasp his hair, almost hugging him as he bit your bottom lip.
toji kissed you over and over. you felt dizzy, you’ve never been kissed like this before. you’ve never been kissed by someone who was so hungry. it was a bit hypocritical of you to say when he pulled away and you were the one panting, tongue almost hanging out.
“what’s wrong, puppy?” toji pants lightly, thumb pressing down on your lip letting your tongue hang out even more. “cute.” he licks your tongue, sucking. your pussy fluttering at the wet mess that spills in your mouth as you feel a glob of his spit. toji hums in delight as you swallow, immediately latching your lips back to his. your pretty nails scratching the nape of his neck, as he shoves his tongue tasting more of you.
his hands knead your thighs, until he’s kissing down your neck. your head tilts back, hitting the mirror as toji sucks bruises along your flushed skin.
“toji…toji…” your cute little pants of his name eggs him on. it was adorable seeing how you quietly chant his name and play with his hair.
“you alright, sweetheart?” toji teases, “you wanna tell me what you want?” he kisses the tops of your squishy tits, smiling at how your body flinches. so sensitive.
“do i haveta say?” you huff, stroking his hair as his eyes meet your pretty ones. you felt your heart skip a beat as you see how dark his eyes are. he looked so pretty, his dark hair falling over his eyes. “keep touching me.”
“where?—op”
his eyes widen. startled when you suddenly kiss him, again. your holding his face kissing his pretty lips. toji didn’t know why he wasn’t expecting that, maybe because his experience has told him that it was easy for women to listen to him—
“you’re so cute,” you mutter against his lips, staring back at his unexpectedly wide eyes.
he takes a moment, before laughing. his cheeks were slightly flushed. his whole attention right now was on you. how could your words be so soft, and warm, but your body had him bursting in his pants.
“is that all i can get?” he whispered, so quietly into your lips. his voice was teasing and playful. he bit your bottom lip as you whimpered, a smile playing on both your lips.
“you tell me, what do you want to do,” you almost burst laughing as toji gives you a raised brow, shaking his head.
“you can’t keep throwing my own questions back,” he drops his head, biting your neck, you yelp, holding his head. toji groans as your tits press up into his face. you whimper only to feel your entire body getting raised up, and an arm circling down, grabbing a handle full of your ass. “don’t ask someone with no restraint what they can do.”
“what can you even do, huh?”
toji swore under his breath, hand coming down on your ass. “fucking tease.”
your arms were holding his shoulders desperately as toji spanked your pretty ass, his eyes flicking to the mirror to watch his hand make a pretty print against the flesh. what he found more entertaining was the blissed out look in your eyes.
“you like getting spanked?” his head pulls back to look at your face, kissing your lips as you whine.
“never been spanked before,” you mumble against his lips, caressing his cheek as you whine, lapping at his lips like a little puppy.
“is that what’s making ya all wet?” he coos, finding it surprisingly adorable that you were getting so turned on just from getting your pretty ass slapped. you bury your face in his neck, “what? that’s making you all shy?” you groan. “running around with your tits out wasn’t embarrassing?”
“stop teasing me! just take care of it,” you huff against his skin, biting him back.
“shit,” he jumps, laughing as he strokes your neck, the other setting you back on the dresser. your lips part, as you feel his body slide down. “did you cum?”
you felt your cheeks flood with heat as you watched the toji zenin staring at your bare pussy, your thong hooked around his thumb as he held it to the side. his lips were parted in slight surprise as he ran a finger through the sticky mess.
“i didn’t cum,” you pout holding his face back to stop him from staring holes into your most private place. “why’re you staring so hard??”
“you’re tellin me, you’re this wet from kissing?” toji pushes your legs further apart to see how your pussy lips part to reveal your sticky juices coat and slid down some more. you push his face back as you groan in embarrassment.
“i was kissing … you,” you mumble quietly, and toji feels his heart pound. “ahh—toji!” your head falls back as the wind gets knocked out. his lips latched onto your clit as he licked a strip, collecting all your juices, as he sucked on your clit.
“your clits so small….no one touching you puppy?” toji groans, pushing your thighs even further apart so he can pull away and take another look at your pulsing hole. “you don’t touch yerself?”
you shake your head. your eyes flutter open, waiting for him to return, but instead his eyes stay on you. “don’t lie to me.”
he can’t know. he’ll think you’re—
“you came when I spanked you,” your heart was thumping in your ears.
“it doesn’t matter!”
“oh. but it does,” his hand comes up to grab your chin, meeting you half was, tongues playing with each other as his finger slowly slips into your mouth. “suck.” the command has your brows pinching together, opening your mouth to talk back, yet toji decides to give your inner thigh a pretty slap.
the jolt your body gives, and the slight shock has you going to respond again, this time toji decides to slap your wet pussy, and thus….
“you’re so sensitive, baby,” toji coos as he sees your body shaking and moaning. he pulls his fingers from your lips, leaning in to kiss your tears. “aw, you’re embarrassed you came from that?”
your heart was beating so fast, you hadn’t realized how sensitive your body was. but it felt like it was only really responsive to toji.
“you’re so mean,” your lips trembles, only for toji to groan, capturing your lips. you whine, opening your mouth because…fuck…you want more.
“I know, i know,” he continues to make out with you, letting his hand cup your heat, pulling a moan from your pretty lips. “I’ll make ya feel better, just relax for me, pup,” toji smiles as you hold his shoulder feeling his finger sink into your hole. your entire body seems to rise at the intrusion, especially the embarrassing squelching that only has you squeezing his finger.
“fuck, i barely have a second one in,” toji bites your lips as you pant and whimper. his thumb easily falls on your clit, pressing down on it, as your body jolts, nails grabbing his shirt desperately as he laughs lightly at your adorable reactions.
he doesn’t waste anymore time as he starts fucking his fingers into you. your back arching up as you feel a third finger push in, stretching you out even more.
“it’s—too much!” your eyes are fluttering as you pant and squirm, wanting him even deeper, as you feel the tips of his fingers start to curl and press into your sweet spot.
“too much?” toji leans into you, lips grazing your cheek as he licks your ear. “you don’t want anymore?”
you whimper at his words. shaking your head as you hold him closer.
“aw, then you’ll need to cum on my fingers or I won’t stuff you full…isn’t that what you want?” his deep voice only sent shivers straight to your pussy as you nodded. “did all that singing make ya loose your voice?” he bites your neck, a little bit deeper causing your voice to hitch. “tell me wh—“
“I want you inside me!” you finally snap, now pulling his head away from your neck as you pant, his fingers still pumping your pussy as he rolls his thumb against your clit. his eyes take in the image. the sight would have anyone fainting. the jaw dropping popstar falling apart just from his fingers…
“fucking gorgeous,” he groans, kissing your drooling lips until finally your pussy clenched around his digits. “there ya go,” he praises, your legs tremble as you try to suck his fingers in even more, pressing back. toji hums, talking you through letting your pussy spill. “want me to take a look?”
“h-hhuh?” you’re too blessed out from cumming that you couldn’t fully understand what he meant until you felt the warm wet feeling between your legs. “toji!”
your pushing his hair back, face burning with heat as he eats your mess shamelessly.
“you cum all over my fingers and you won’t let me get a taste?” he clicks his tongue, watching your face twist with embarrassment.
“it’s…” you cover your face with the back of your hands as he starts licking your clit, capturing the nub between his teeth abusing it. you’re holding his hair as he pulls away again, pushing your thighs up so he can get a good look.
“it’s getting all pink and swollen,” toji licks his scar, as he takes a forceful lick of your clit, before kissing it. “given it some attention now, eh?” he kisses your clit again and again before standing up fully, licking his fingers clean as he reaches a hand to your chin.
“toji….i came a lot,” you sigh, sitting up as toji hums.
“but?”
“I want it,” your fingers reach for his pants, finger hooking around the waistband as you tug at it. your eyes looking as if they’re about to spill tears.
“since when were you such a crybaby?” toji laughs as he brushes your bottom lip with the pad of his thumb.
“you’re just being selfish,” you bite his thumb.
“can you take it out for me then?” he smiles as he watches you eagerly sit up, unbuckling his belt as you pull at his zipper. “eager.”
“eager,” you mock back, making toji laugh. “toji, toji?”
toji felt his heart hammering, he was confused. how was the simple thing of calling his name, making him feel so much…emotion? you weren’t even moaning. maybe it was because you’re sweet…you are a celebrity…but he hasn’t known many celebrities as genuine as you. and you were like this during sex of all places….
“I’m excited,” you gush, pushing his pants down a bit as you look up at him eagerly, your smile was infectious.
“excited?” he quirks a brow, watching you nod.
“are you excited, too?” you feel your heart hammering, maybe that’s why you’re talking without reserve.
“I can be excited if ya want me too?” toji leans down, your brow pinching as you tilt your head up.
“don’t be so cold, you can tell me you wanna have sex,” your smile plays on your lips. “or are you too scared to admit you wanna feel me?”
fuck, you’re such a tease. where did all this confidence come from. it was hot and cold with your attitude.
“scared?” toji scoffs. your fingers dancing around the waistband of his boxers, pulling the elastic back as you maintain eye contact with the fighter.
“scared,” you pout, mocking him.
toji swears. fuck you were too much for him to handle. yet he craved it! so fucking much.
your whines were slipping into his lips as he devoured your lips. it was messy and wet, lips and tongue clashing as he groaned, holding your hand as he pressed it against his very hard cock. you moaned at the feeling, as toji guided your hand letting you palm him through his boxers.
“gonna take all of it, princess,” toji pulls for a moment, kicking his pants and boxers aside. your eyes blink repeatedly.
he was so big….and pretty. it was overwhelming, the weight of his fat cock couldn’t even make it stand fully up. his cock head was dark pink and swollen, you wanted to kiss it so badly. you wanted to let your tongue circle the slit and feel it on your face. your heart was beating in your ears at the sight of his happy trail. you’d only ever seen a slight bit of it when he’s fighting in the ring, but your clit was throbbing at the well groomed dark black hair at his base. you wanted to bury your face in it—
“y/n.” toji lightly taps your cheek. your head shoots up. “you were saying I was staring too much?”
“you’re so big,” you blurt, but don’t worry you continue talking like this, because you’re a genius… “I always get wet when I watch your matches, it’s so embarrassing, but like seeing it now—“ your words trail off as toji pulls his shirt over his head, leaving him completely naked…
“finally left ya speechless,” toji leans his head down, your breath catching in your throat as his teeth easily pull off your nipple patches. smiling at the sight of your pretty tits. “cute.”
he sucks your nipple, grinning as you immediately start moaning. nails scratching his nape as he pinches your nipples.
“toj—toji it’ll make—-ah, ugh!” toji gathered the wetness between your legs as he wrapped a hand around his cock, squeezing the base before he started lathering his cock, pumping it at the sounds of your moans. he let out small groans as he sucked your other tit.
“gonna fuck you so good, you want it princess?” toji bites your tit as he presses his tip against your pussy, rubbing it through your folds. your clit catches his slit.
“mhm, want it toji, i want it inside me!” you whimper as his cock kisses your clit. “toji, put it in already.” your fingers run up and down his nape, stroking his flushed skin.
“you beggin’?” toji cocks a brow as he comes up to your face, your head tilting up as you maintain eye contact.
“I think you’re tryna hold it in,” you push. “if ya go inside me after all this teasing, you’ll cum so fast.” toji feels a snap in his vein.
“you love runnin that mouth of yours,” he can’t help the smirk as you smile. so absolutely stunning.
“I’m right,” you laugh. “it’s okay toji, take your time, I’ll wait for y—“
toji snaps his hips, his girthy cock fully pushing past your folds, filling your hole to the brim.
“you still with me, pup?” you hadn’t realized toji was tapping your cheek, drool slipping past your lips as you felt your pussy clench repeatedly, squeezing him.
“toji,” your voice was so small, suddenly grabbing him and holding him close as you guided him to your lips.
“there’s my needy pup,” he coos as you drool into his lips.
“fuck me…uh toji…toji fuc..k me,” you were definitely begging now.
“can’t say no to you,” toji grabs the bottom of your thighs, pressing his big hands up as you hold his shoulders, nails digging into his muscles. “fuck, relax, baby, I’m not fully in yet.” toji bites your bottom lip, your eyes wide at what he’d said. he wasn’t fully in?!???
toji was kissing you nonstop, taking your mind off the absolute stretch he was causing between your legs. you felt him so deep inside you, was he all in? he had to be!
“good girl,” he smiles, pulling his hips back watching your pussy try to clench his tip until he’s snapping his hips back in. you don’t think you’ve ever felt so full. toji had complete control of your body. the squelching of your juices and the thapping of his body hitting yours had tears leaking out.
“toji…so deep—ah uh uh!” your head was dizzy, “faster, faster,” you were a babbling mess. you couldn’t even hear your words before it was slipping out.
“fucking greedy, shiit,” toji dropped his head to rest against yours as he picked up his pace. you were already sore from the concert, but now you were completely exhausted, but the pleasure was too good. “ya like it, puppy? mmp, fuckin…snap my dick off, you’re so tight,” toji was groaning more than usual. it was definitely because of that look on your face.
“toji,” your lips ghosts over his as you licked him, smiling once he opened his mouth sticking his tongue out for you. “I told ya, ah, told ya, you’d fall apart inside me.”
the man was shocked. he couldn’t believe even as he’s fucking you, still trying to fully bottom out, you had this bratty attitude. “wanna bet?” toji captured your lips in a messy kiss as his thumb came down twisting your clit.
your body jumped, legs flying in the air as tears leaked from your eyes. “toj—cum—gon’ ahh cum!” your legs were shaking as your pussy clenched, gushing around the fighter’s unrelenting cock.
“atta girl, aww keep cumming—fuck you’re so fucking good,” toji was snapping his hips, watching the mess you were making on his abs splash even more and trickle down his legs. “so cute.” he kissed your forehead as you whimpered, nails digging into his biceps as he pushed your thighs higher up.
“toji,” your whiney voice had him grunting, you were a handful. yet he still allowed your lips to feverish leave sloppy kisses all over his mouth. it was adorable. cute puppy.
“gonna, fuck, cum,” toji pants, suddenly lifting your entire body off the dresser as he held you up. the wind knocking out of you as he dropped you fully on his huge cock. “fuck!” the wet tight grip you had on his entire cock almost had his eyes fully rolling back.
toji didn’t waste a second to fuck up into your messy hole. his hand coming down on your ass as you cried, squeezing him. “need ya to squirt on me puppy. cmon, ya like making a mess pretty girl,” toji bit your bottom lip as you moaned, eyes filling with tears at the overstimulation. another hand slapping your pretty ass as you mewled and squealed.
“i like it, toji, fucking me so so uh so good,” you’re holding his shoulders desperately. “toji…uh ahh!” the chants of his name was like music to his ears. was better than a full stadium cheering for him. your panting and cries and the constant slaps of your ass hitting his thighs was only making his balls heavier. “ah!” your eyes were rolling back as you felt toji only get bigger. “tooj..”
“takin’ it so well,” toji grunts. you felt like his little cock sleeve the way he manhandled you, fucking up into you without a break. the squelching had your head spinning, creamy white ring sliding down toji’s cock as he continued to pump you.
you were moaning against his lips. your stomach coiling as you felt the stimulation slowly start to push you closer and closer, until it finally snapped. your mouth fell open, pussy clamping down unbelievably tight as you gushed around him.
“shit! give it to me, puppy,” toji groaned as the pressure of your pussy squirting had his cock only growing. “keep going,” toji hums, managing to pull out of your grip to continue his pace, elongating your pleasure. your eyes were crossed, tongue hanging out, causing a chuckle to ring against your lips as toji kissing your tongue. giving your ass a good slap. you were desperately clinging onto him as he panted, muscles flexing under you.
“inside me, toji uh” toji was groaning.
“don’t…fuck, don’t,” he was trying to hold back. he didn’t know why. he’s always been okay with letting his load fill em if they begged for it. and you were most certainly begging for it. yet, he didn’t want to…it wasn’t the same….you deserved—
the feeling was much more overwhelming. the build up was different and—he felt his abs flex, fingers digging into your ass.
“want your cum toji….mmph please, pleasee, uh ah tojii—“ your voice was too sweet. whispering and squealing in his ear, his cock already drenched in your mess. your soft chanting of his name only had him swearing over and over.
“ffuckk — yer gon’a take it all then,” his cock was squelching as his tip pounded against your sweet spot. your thighs trembling as you clenched around him feeling his veins against your pussy walls. his balls sticky with your slick.
“cum toji, cum cum,” fuck, you were going to be the death of him! his balls constrict as his cock twitched, and the first spurts of his cum squirted inside you. your lips fell open as you held the sides of his neck, your thumbs pressing under his chin as toji’s jaw fell open unexpectedly. a pink flush dusting his cheeks as he continued to spill his heavy white load inside your welcoming pussy hole, panting as his abs clenched, pushing more ropes of thick cum out.
“you’re cumming so much, toji,” you pant, praising him the way he did with you. a cheeky smile painting your lips. a dark chuckle rings against your skin as his mouth presses against your jaw.
“aren’t ya cheeky?” his hand comes down on your ass, as his large palms grasp your cheeks, pulling them apart as he held you close, giving slow dragged out thrusts milking even more spurts from his thick cock. “good fucking girl…”
you were practically purring in his ear as the quiet whimpers had your body trembling. toji gently set you back on the dresser, his body caving into you as he littered your neck with sloppy kisses. his body heaving over you as you felt his cock shake inside you, still feeling more cum spilling from his cock.
“you’re filling me up,” you blush hot pink inside. you felt like you were soaring as toji hums, coming up to your lips. your fingers caressing his shoulders and neck, as he slowly rolls his lower body, cum already oozing out of your pussy, too overfilled.
“say thank you,” he licks his scar, still catching his breath as he groans just a bit, standing up. your hands slide down to his biceps as he caresses your body. palm laying on your swollen tummy. his cheeks are flushed, coming down from his high as his thigh shakes for a second.
he was not going to admit how fucking good it was to come inside you. he’s not some college kid. instead he slowly pulls out. you give out a few whimpers, a full body tremble as he squeezed your sides in reassurance.
“thank you.”
his eyes widen. heart unintentionally skipping a beat as he meets your longing gaze. his softening cock was drenched stupid, his dark black pubes soaked and your pussy was pulsing as his cum oozed out your hole in warm white globs.
his body slowly leaned closer to you. fingers tilting your adorable chin up watching your eyes sparkle at the sight of his soft smile.
“I wish we didn’t do that.”
you felt a lump form in your throat. his lips were soft as he pressed them against your own. not sloppy, no tongue, just a kiss.
“you deserve a proper first date,” he smiles, but it quickly stops as his eyes widen seeing your eyes filled with unshed tears.
“wh-why did you say it like that??” you were suddenly crying, catching him completely off-guard as he quickly pulled you into a hug.
“shit, puppy,” he caressed the back of your head as you sobbed. “such a crybaby.”
it took awhile for you to clean up. whining and huffing as he told you to keep his cum inside. but he was allowed to clean off his dick. “you begged for it. don’t waste it then, or you’re not gonna get anymore.” your mouth was shut. toji could only burst laughing.
“why’re you laughing at me?!” he hadn’t realized he doesn’t usually laugh, but in this last hour or so, you’ve had him laughing nonstop. your bratty attitude and suddenly your adorable reactions, it was like night and day and he was feeding off it.
“no reason.” your cheeks puff as he hands you your clothes, letting you continue getting dressed. you wear the outfit left out for you, thigh high leather boots. black skirt and top fit with a corset and….
“you wanna catch a cold?” toji brushes your hair, letting his leather jacket cover you up fully.
the moment you stepped out the room and started heading out, your manager was firing questions about what took you so long. ranting about next weeks show, along with a list of to do’s and the car waiting out back. but she quickly stopped once she saw toji trailing behind you.
“what’s he still doing here??” she whispered in your ear, looking over at him with wide eyes. he glanced for a second and immediately had her looking away.
“toji, he said he was my biggest fan!” you gush, squealing.
“did not,” he meets your glare. “what?”
“huh?!” you take a step towards him, only to be met with his hand holding your jaw, fingers adorably squishing your cheeks together as he still sees the startled look in your eyes.
“It’s gonna be fun tamming this attitude of yours.”
you’re left speechless after that. toji had to stifle a laugh as you strutted ahead, whipping your hair in his face. your heels clicked on the ground, and toji had to bit his cheek or he would’ve made a comment about your slight limp. instead he trailed close behind, keeping a watchful eye in case you fall.
your manager walked out first, and outside a group of security was already waiting to escort you out, because the moment your foot hit the pavement the camera flashes and fans screaming hit you.
you were slightly startled, your mind occupied by what toji had just said. toji looks up in irritation, lowering his cap as he steps out following you. he’s ready to do what he always does: ignore press and head to the car—
“hi, thank you so much!” your sweet voice has him looking up. you were by the barricades, signing autographs and leaning over to take pictures. your eyes were heavy, and he knew you were tired, so why did you…
“y/n! y/n! y/n!” your mind was overstimulated, so much was going on, but you tried your very hardest to meet as many fans as you could. thanking them for the flowers, fan art, bracelets.
toji stood a few feet away. the veins on his arms flexing as he watched fans shove and push each other. it wasn’t anything new. he’s used to it. but now it was happening to you. so many different people shouting at you. hands reaching out to touch you, they’re like animals—
“y/n, let’s go,” his hand was on you lower back, body leaning down to speak into your ear. “cmon.”his cap covered his eyes, just so you could look over you shoulder to meet them. his gaze immediately softening at the look.
“okay,” you smile gently. turning back and thanking the fans again. toji kept his hand on your back as he led you to the car. your paces evenly matched, his shoulders wide as your hips swayed beautifully.
“is that toji zenin?” one fan comments. “there was something on y/n’s neck…” suddenly phones are flashing off and tweets are being sent out in waves.
“tojiiii,” you’re already whining again in the car. leaning over his arm as you pressed your face into his bicep. you were crying about the bruise forming on your leg from falling on stage. “can you make it better?”
toji sighs, your legs thrown over his lap to show him the bruise. it was turning a dark blue on your knee. his big hand gently laid atop and caressed circles. it seems to calm you down as you held his arm in your lap, breath going even.
you were adorable. annoying. but cute. because seconds later you were knocked out. and your cute lips were parted as you clung onto the fighter. he didn’t mind this. not at all.
even when he gently stroked your cheek as he laid you down in your hotel suite. lips hovering over your lips. “did ya have fun carrying me?”
fucking tease.
“I didn’t want you showing’ everyone how much yer limpin’ from getting stuffed full of dick.” his vulgar words always seem to knock the wind out of you as you look away. covering your face. “aren’tchu cute,” toji laughs. “ya still stuffed with my cum?”
your ears sting as you answer him with a hum. arms stretching for him, pulling him in for a hug. his body falling between your open legs, but catching himself on the bed, careful not to drop his entire weight on you.
“i like you, toji,” your whisper is so soft. gentle. “i like you a lot, a lot.” your hand caresses the back of his hair, almost like reassuring him that you mean it. even your heart is calming as his warmth consumes you.
he’s quiet.
but his body…slowly leans closer to you.
he wouldn’t mind telling you more about him. he knows you don’t know much other than what all his other fans have seen. but hearing those words from you felt…nice. he does wish he treated you better when you first tried to meet him. he wished he took you out on a proper date instead of just fucking you in a dressing room like he did with every other person who’s thrown themselves on him. but still…after all that, it felt okay.
your body holding his fit. your fingers caressing his dark black hair made his chest warm. his lips pressing soft kisses on your neck, which he’s never felt compelled to do, felt needed.
“toji.” the way his name rolled off your pretty lips didn’t carry weight. you weren’t whining, or asking him for something. you were simply saying it just say it. to know that he’s with you.
he didn’t mind falling asleep as you held him. or the soft words you gently whispered in your tired state.
he didn’t mind waking up beside someone. feeling their warm, her warmth, draw him closer. his arms securely pulling her against him. a deep sigh escaping his lips as he felt her own arm lay over his. it was nice.
her neck gently turning over so her lips can brush his. his own seemed to gravitate immediately. soft kisses were nice, her fingers gently caressing his neck as he let her fully turn over, her arm slowly wrapping around his shoulder, letting him deepen the kiss. you were humming, his tongue played with yours, till he pulled away. deep breath escaping as his eyes looked over your face.
“what?” your ears were heating up as he looked at you. “stop staring, I didn’t take off my makeup last night! it’s all smudged and shit,” you covered your face.
“most of it came off when yesterday when you were crying,” toji pressed his head over your hands. your cheeks felt so warm, heart beating even louder because fuck. he was still here. you felt like it was a dream. maybe you really were annoying and he’d leave before you woke. or maybe he just wanted to have sex again—
you couldn’t be imagining this. he was nice. he was really nice. and you liked him a lot.
“I like you toji,” you mumbled over your hands. body squirming as toji ran his hands on your sides, nudging his face deeper in your hands, kisses pressing over them.
“I know.”
“I like you so much,” you felt so stupid, but also you kept saying it.
“I know,” he smiles. hands finally falling from your face. you felt your breath hitch.
his dark green eyes were soft…
“gimme a kiss,” you couldn’t help smiling, lips kissing his over and over. his arm wrapping around you as he held your close, humming.
it was a miracle both of you hadn’t heard your phones going off, or else you’d have seen the multiple headlines and the trending hashtags about your recent concert. some people even claiming to have seen you kissing the mma fighter once you got into the car.
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u better go back and open every link I put in this fic. the only reason I posted it was bc some of u still think it’s not ur problem. It’s not a problem to read fics, I’m just saying u can ALSO open the LINKS too!
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✎ wife
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- gojo satoru x reader
in which the new batch of first years are unaware that their eccentric teacher's wife is the pretty woman roaming the school grounds
genre: fluff, crack, gojo being a silly little menace as always, yuji and nobara are confused, an attempt at humor, lovesick gojo, mention of breastfeeding
note: it’s so silly but i had fun writing this! based on a request by anon (thank you!) but i tweaked it a bit and partly inspired by this fanart. reader is also a teacher at jujutsu high and has a baby with gojo—loosely a continuation of protect
a part of gojo's love entries
series masterlist | oneshot masterlist
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"Take that off immediately!"
"Kyaaah~! Yuji is here, you pervert!"
Yuji was a laughing mess. Megumi and Nobara collectively sighed. Nanami attempted to retrieve his once-immaculate suit, now a crumpled mess, from the one and only Gojo Satoru, who found humor in stealing his signature attire and impersonating the stern-faced Nanami in front of his fresh batch of first years.
"He is incorrigible," Nobara grumbled, her eyes slitting. They said that he was a strong sorcerer, possibly the strongest there was, but she found it really hard to believe.
Megumi threw her a deadpan stare. With many years of putting up with this kind of antics under his belt, he pitied her for not knowing that this was far from the worst. "Yeah, he is."
"How does anyone ever put up with him?"
That was actually a good question. "We don't..." Megumi paused, recalling each and every occasion where he tried to do so. "His wife is probably the only one who can."
Nobara sputtered, spinning towards him. "What the—wife? That annoying man has an actual, living, breathing wife?"
"Who? Gojo-sensei?" Yuji chimed in, jumping into the conversation, leaving the supposedly two adults in their catfight. Nanami was still clawing to get his suit back, and Gojo continued to giggle and evade him, playfully running away.
Nobara scoffed. "I bet the woman just married him for the money. He comes from prestigious clan, yes? That must be it."
Yuji felt his eyes would pop out of its sockets. "What are you talking about, Kugisaki!? What woman—"
"Shut up, Itadori! Don't be too loud!"
Nobara and Yuji's unharmonious ruckus irritated Megumi to the bone, and he decided that the best course of action now was to leave them all in the dust. With a glare and a shake of his head, he stalked away.
And thus the two new first years were left with half-truths that would lead them into a major misadventure later that day—
—which happened when they spotted Nanami with you, whom they were still unfamiliar with.
They were convinced that Gojo’s wife must be some sort of boring tramp eyeing his wealth and not this positively radiant, mature woman, and so ruling that possibility out, they positively swooned at the sight before them.
"He's irresponsible, egotistical—" snippets of Nanami's frustrated words conveyed enough to paint a picture of Gojo's character. He was definitely ranting about Gojo to you.
"Is that Nanamin's wife?" Yuji mused, a hint of pink tinting his cheeks. "She is so pretty..."
"They... look cute together," Nobara hummed with dreamy eyes, and then looked at Yuji sharply. "And yes, she's indeed pretty, but know your place, Itadori!"
"I know!"
Based on how the two of you interacted, they concluded that you must have been close, with the way Nanami visibly relaxed around you, and not as formal as he was with anyone else. They highly suspected that the two of you were married, as you wore a ring, which was the ultimate sign.
"And how's the baby?" Nanami asked then, directing the question to you with a smile on his face, prompting surprised gasps from both Yuji and Nobara.
You were glowing, to say the least, and when you let out a small giggle at his question, even both students couldn't miss the way your expression exuded pure happiness. "He is well. Ah, I really wanted to bring him along too, but he was a little messy after eating so I left him at home. You can see him later…"
Yuji gaped. "So it's true..."
"Oh my gosh... and they have a baby." Nobara almost squealed.
And that sealed it. The headline of the day: Nanami is married to this stunning woman wandering the school grounds.
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So imagine their utter shock when the second time they found you, you were with Gojo, and he was shamelessly snogging you in the hallway.
“Why are you here?” Gojo was breathless after the soul-sucking kiss he smothered you. His tone remained playful yet carried a clear undertone of concern. "You're still on maternity leave. I'll make sure Yaga knows that."
“Satoru,” you whined, and the use of his given name made Yuji and Nobara gasp in disbelief. “I’m perfectly okay and I don’t need to breastfeed anymore. I should start getting back to work.”
Nobara seemed to finally understand the implication. But Yuji didn’t. His mind flitting from one scandalous idea to another—
Gojo-sensei seducing Nanamin’s wife? Nanamin’s wife cheating on him with Gojo-sensei?
In the brief period he spent with Gojo, Yuji realized that he didn't exactly have a reputation for decency. So despite himself, he could only muster up this one word: “Homewrecker. Homewrecker!”
Yuji’s shriek took all three of you by surprise, and now both you and Gojo were aware of his presence.
“You absolute idiot,” Nobara hissed, face-palming.
“Oh, Yuji? Nobara?” Gojo genially asked, his concern towards you quickly dissolved into a meaningful smirk on his face. “And what do you mean by—?”
Yuji yelped. “You! You are! You’re trying to seduce Nanamin’s wife!”
Silence. Gojo’s eyes twitched beyond his blindfold. You blinked. Nobara wanted to save herself from the second-hand embarrassment. And his loud voice caught the attention of Megumi too, who was close by.
“You seem to be mistaken. First of all, Nanami isn’t married,” Gojo said with a strained voice, maintaining his smile. He then gestured at you, showing you off with pride. “And this here, is my wife.”
“Y-your wife?!��� Yuji exclaimed, pointing an accusing finger. “H-how?! I saw her with Nanamin! Talking about a baby—”
“That would be my baby.”
“But how?!”
“Yuji, do you want me to give you a crash course in baby-making—”
“Satoru!”
You sent him a glare and turned to the young first years with a smile. "You must be the new first years? I’m Y/N, and I’m in charge of the second years.” You gestured towards your husband. “And please, ignore most things he says. He’s a bit crass, and if you ever feel he's harassed you, don't hesitate to report it to me."
“Wifey! How could you!”
“Shut up, Satoru! You’re embarrassing yourself!”
“What are you doing here?” Megumi inquired with a deep frown, getting between Yuji and Nobara as they stared at Gojo in total bewilderment.
Yuji exclaimed in disbelief, pointing at you. “Fushiguro! Gojo-sensei’s wife is a beauty!”
“…I know that already.”
Nobara whipped her head towards him. "You knew?! Since when?!"
“They… took me in.”
“THEY WHAT?!”
Gojo grinned at their chorus of surprise. “And what a fine boy he turns out to be, eh?”
Megumi scowled, but Gojo wasn’t bothered at all. If anything, what offended him was—
"What makes you think my dear wife here belongs to Nanami instead of me?" he joked with a mock scoff, earning an eye roll from you.
Nobara and Yuji blurted out their thoughts simultaneously.
“They look good together?”
“Nanamin is dependable?”
Gojo gasped dramatically, one hand flying to his mouth. "So, not only do I not look good with her, but I also don't seem dependable enough?" He turned to you with the most aghast expression. “Tell me that isn’t true—”
You shot him a withering look, deadpanning, “Actually, you might be.”
And Gojo clutched his chest, letting out an anguished cry.
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Epilogue
“Satoru… come on, you know I was joking.”
Your dramatic ass of a husband had his head on your lap, hugging your torso tight. The pout on his face hadn’t faded a bit ever since he was done with his class, and now on your marital bed, he was clinging to you with all of his might.
He shook his head petulantly, clicking his tongue. “You’ve embarrassed me in front of my students. You’re so mean!”
You sighed. “I’m sure you have made a fool out of yourself far often. This is insignificant.”
“Hmph! How could you say that?! I don't care if it's me, but I can't believe that it's coming from you! I shower you with my undivided love each and every day!”
“Yeah, yeah…”
Somehow seeing him like this made your heart lurch. He reminded you so much of your baby boy who was sleeping right in the next room that you couldn't resist smiling and pinching his cheeks.
“Okay, okay. My husband is handsome, looks good with me and definitely someone I can rely on,” you relented, and like a lightbulb going off, Satoru suddenly beamed so wide that you were certain his cheeks hurt.
“That’s more like it! Now, now, there’s only one way that can prove how responsible I am! Let me just fill you up with another baby—”
You smacked him on the head.
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that-fic-girl · 2 months
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HAZBIN HOTEL X READER HC #1
Head canon: what it would be like to date them.
characters: Alastor, angel dust, husk, vox
disclaimer: everything i write about these characters might not be accurate to the actual story, please take everything in the fic with a grain of salt, none of this is canon!!
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Alastor
he hasnt been in an actual relationship in a while so being close and vulnerable with someone is quite hard for him, especially as someone who associates emotions with weakness.
First off, its safe to say he adores the ground you walk on. He's in love with everything about you, your clothes, the smell of your hair, your sickly sweet voice. his loves it all.
If there was ever a problem you needed fixing, a person you needed taken care of or even a errand you needed to run he would tend to it himself. he would not let you lift a finger.
PDA is a iffy thing for him, he wouldnt do grand big gestures but maybe a hand on the hip or a few words of affirmation.
everyone in the pride ring quickly learned of yours and radio demon's relationship. And no one dared to mess with you, ofcourse there was people who wanted to test their luck but they would have to pay the price later.
his love language is definitely words of affirmation, he will sweet talk the shit out of you. At night when it's just you two in bed, he will have his hands stroking through your hair whilst you rant to him about your day and he'll reply with sweet nothings
"oh darling, i've missed you all evening"
"you looked ravishing today my dear.."
"mm your hair smells amazing, my love"
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Angel Dust
Angel is one of, if not, the horniest mother fuckers out there but somehow, he manages to somewhat make a healthy relationship with someone.
you two are seen as "the bad bitch" couple. you're always out together, always getting into dumb shit together. You'll get yelled at by vaggie at early hours in the morning because the two of you where playing a childish game of tag in the hotel halls.
his love language is definitely physical touch, he'll have his arms slung around your waist almost all the time. Kisses are a MUST every 5 minutes, like this boy will NOT part from you. especially in the mornings when you have to leave for work;
"mmnnnnoooooooo...stayyy for five minutes pleasseeeee"
"but sweets..you're soooo warm"
"sweetheart please, you feel so comfy"
yeah good luck with that.
nights with him are VERY eventful, if it wasn't obvious. You two would usually be at it late hours into the night but sometimes, when you two where too exhausted to fuck like rabbits, he would be sprawled across your lap whilst you stroked his fur.
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Husk
Despite his harsh tone and uncompromising demeanor, you understood that Husk wasn't trying to be malicious towards you. It was simply his way of communicating, and you knew that his behavior wasn't personal. Even though he could be abrasive at times, you loved him for his rough edges and authentic personality
You and Husk's time together was mostly spent at the bar. You didn't like to drink much, but you loved seeing him work and make cocktails like a pro. You didn't mind that it wasn't considered a typical date, because you liked spending time with him in whatever way he felt most comfortable.
Husk is not used to receiving compliments, as he didn't often receive them in his past life. When you complimented him, it caught him off guard and he was surprised. But he eventually learned to appreciate it, and it even made him feel a little sentimental.
Despite the difficulty, you were able to help Husk realize that you genuinely cared about him. He had been used to being surrounded by dishonesty and hypocrisy, but you were always sincere and real. He held you in high regard, as you were the only source of light in his life, and he didn't want to lose you.
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vox
You were known as a strong and independent person who didn't need assistance from others. You knew how to stand up for yourself, despite being harsh and tough at times. Despite your exterior, no one was aware of the soft spot in your heart that Vox's affection and touch alone could melt away your severity.
He appreciated seeing your affectionate side, as it felt special and intimate, like a shared secret between the two of you. He knew you valued your privacy, and he respected it by never sharing photos or other details on social media. He didn't want to betray your trust.
You were often feared and respected when you were with Vox. People found it hard to believe that someone as intimidating as yourself could have a tender, caring side that was kept hidden from most. Vox was glad that he was the only one who got to see that side of you. He didn't want to share something so special and personal with anyone else.
Quite often, he would call you on the phone, knowing that sweet words could be just as effective as a kiss. He enjoyed hearing how your voice softened from its usual seriousness to a more affectionate tone. He was aware that when he said loving phrases to you, you would blush and smile shyly, and sometimes he even regretted not being able to witness it in person.
"i've missed you today babe.."
"mhm look at my pretty girl/boy!"
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Malleus, Vil, Floyd, Jamil and Rook, please! Are waiting outside the building for (their crush) MC so they can walk together. They hear a BOOM and "AHHHHHHHHH" and suddenly they catch MC, who was sent flying out the 2nd story window by a misdirected spell blast. In thanks for catching her, she gives them a sincere and sweet kiss on the cheek? Thank you!!!!!!
Floyd Leech: 
You are incredibly thankful you caught Floyd on a good day, as splatting on the ground would be preferable to landing on an already irritated eel. He tilted his head as he stared at the window you flew out of, asking with a pout why you were having fun without him. Once his questioning is over (he wanted to recreate the experiment gone wrong with his VERY lucky lab partner next period), he asked what his prize was for catching you. You ignore the devious pointed grin to give him a kiss on his cheek, a real mistake as he squeezed you extra tight until he felt he was properly compensated in kisses.
Jamil Viper: 
Jamil thinks, at first, that he should’ve let you fall on your ass but his ‘don’t let the rich idiot die’ training kicked in automatically. He stared at you with a raised eyebrow, his disappointed mother look getting you to confess immediately to what had gone wrong. When you thank him he’s suddenly flustered, telling you not to bring him into your shenanigans unnecessarily as a real ‘thanks’. When you offered up a kiss on the cheek Jamil found himself thrown off balance again, doing his best to glare and cursing himself for only ever finding trouble.
Malleus Draconia: 
Malleus caught you with total ease, looking at you in his arms with an amused smirk on his face. He asked if you were alright, giving you a once over before carefully setting you back on the ground (you don’t think you’ve ever been that high up). Before you’re down though you find yourself wrapped around his neck, your lips pressed hastily against his cheek. Your boldness had always amused him and this was no different, Malleus asking if he could get another if he continued to hold you.
Rook Hunt: 
Rook thought he might’ve smelled trouble in the air then, lo-and-behold — a beautiful specimen was offered from the heavens above, falling directly into his strong arms within the blink of an eye. He is painfully curious on how you managed to get in a situation like that, having to compliment your ability to stay stunning even while wildly flying through the air in a panic. He insisted you invite him next time, even the sweet kiss on the cheek you give not enough as he refused to put you down until you agreed to bring him on your next adventure.
Vil Schoenheit: 
You can’t help but note that, despite his slim, sleek physique, Vil is actually quite strong. He doesn’t have any trouble holding you in his arms, sighing and asking what caused such a scene. He takes it in stride but you can see he wants to give a thorough lecture (and perhaps a much less elegant ass-kicking) to the person who almost caused you harm. Now, if you were the culprit behind your own almost demise you’d be on the receiving side of his withering glare, no kisses able to save you from the scolding he delivered.
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Prompt: It’s too hot to wear clothes at home, so Reader walks around in her underwear. Spencer loses his train of thoughts at the sight.
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader
Rating: mature (18+)
Warnings: light dom/sub dynamic (Dom!Spencer, Sub!Reader if you squint), dirty talking, hair pulling, light impact play, breeding kink, unprotected sex 
Words: 5.0k
A.N.: Horny Spencer. That’s it. Also, this is the first official Spencer Reid fic I have written since last year. It felt so good to write for him again. Written this with a prompt from the Summer Sunshine challenge by @imagining-in-the-margins. Thank you to @reidselle and @drgenius-reid for beta-reading this fic!
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When Spencer asked you to move in with him at the end of the year, he was ready to face every challenge that life would throw at him. The first fights over laundry, the first fight over whoever almost set the house on fire, the first fights over the person that was supposed to remake the bed before going to work, the first fights over whoever left the TV on before going to bed… 
He was prepared for everything.
Spencer learned to cook (he wasn’t good at it, but he knew how to turn on the stove and boil some water, at least). He learned how to do laundry. He learned how to clean the floors without you falling on your own ass because he forgot to tell you that the ground was wet. 
But Spencer wasn’t ready for the summer. 
You moved in with him during the fall season, when it was still cold outside, and it was time to drink hot chocolate in front of the fireplace. You moved in with him when you were still wearing a winter jacket, leather boots and a scarf around your neck. You moved in when the wind was so cold that you could barely keep the window slightly opened in the bathroom after taking a shower to let the steam go out. 
Spencer wasn’t fucking ready for summer.
The hot weather was already taking a toll on his poor body and he hated it. Spencer despised the high temperatures because they made him sweat like a pig and he hated, more than anything, the feel of sweat under his armpits or behind his knees. 
Normally, before you moved in, Spencer would spend the whole time at home completely naked or wearing only underwear. It wasn’t an everyday occurrence, but it happened quite a lot. 
What was the problem, then?
Spencer used to walk around in his apartment in his underwear when he was alone, but you’re doing it while he’s in the house. He knew you paced around the house that way because you felt comfortable, but still. He was a stupid man, with hormones that rushed through his body like crazy.
You walked around your shared apartment with nothing on but a pair of panties that Spencer always wanted to rip off you and a stupid bra that made your breasts look even more delicious. 
And the sight had started to take a toll on Spencer for the worst. He was constantly horny, making it difficult for him to focus on simple tasks such as cleaning the whole apartment or doing laundry. 
He woke up one day and you already were parading yourself in your underwear, which made his morning wood even more difficult to take care of. He came home that same night and you were still in your underwear, which led him to forget he was supposed to grab some dinner with Luke because he ended up taking you against the bedroom door.
Spencer didn’t want you to wear clothes if you were too hot, but he also needed to learn how to keep his hands to himself whenever he saw an inch of your naked skin. He felt like a teenager, always eager to touch and ravish what belonged to him.
When Spencer tried to explain the situation to Luke, his colleague laughed right in his face. At first, Spencer was offended. 
‘Why are you complaining about seeing your girlfriend’s tits? You should be happy she feels comfortable around you.’
And Spencer was happy; he truly was. He was proud to know he made you feel good about yourself and allowed you to walk around the house almost naked, but he also felt like an idiot for getting a boner whenever he thought about coming home and knowing he’d find you dressed like that. 
Or better, undressed. 
That night, Spencer couldn’t wait to get home and tell you that he had a birthday party to attend next week. It was Penelope’s birthday and, as every year for the past ten, she had an entire day planned for her and her friends from work. There would be a huge pool party in a small agritourism she rented for the day, followed by a barbecue and a whole garden to explore. 
Spencer was excited to bring you there. 
You had been dating for over a year now and you couldn’t meet his co-workers and friends because you always had meetings to attend, or shifts that were incompatible with the nights the team hung out all together. 
“Y/N?” Spencer called out when he entered his apartment. 
The lights in the kitchen were on and he could hear you humming to a song blasting from the speakers. 
He dropped his bag on the floor and followed the sound of your voice, only to find you in nothing but your underwear. Again. You had your back turned and were swaying your hips to the rhythm of the music, making Spencer smile at the sight. Though the music was loud and almost hurt his ears, he was willing to tolerate the loud volume if it meant he could observe you in your element for hours on end. 
He was so enamoured with you even though you weren’t doing anything in particular. He fell harder for you everyday just watching you exist, breathe and live on your own.
But of course, the romantic thoughts in his head abruptly stopped when you felt his presence in the room and you screamed.
“Fuck! What the fuck, Spencer?!”
He didn’t want to laugh at your terrified expression, but a chuckle fell from his lips. 
“Did I scare you?”
You roll your eyes, dropping your apron on the counter. “No. I screamed because I was learning how to fry scream. Fuck yes, you scared me.”
Spencer walked to the other side of the kitchen counter and wrapped his arms around your shoulders, pulling you into a tight hug. You smelled like apples and he could see them in the corner of his eyes, all peeled up. 
“How was work? Did you get your stuff done?” you asked
Spencer nodded his head, kissing your temple without losing his grip on you. “Yes. I’m exhausted, though. I couldn’t wait to get home so I could relax and enjoy some time with you.”
You leaned forward, caressing his soft curls. “I bet you’re tired. You’ve been awake since five in the morning.”
As Spencer left the kitchen to get changed, he heard the music turning back on and he smiled. Your footsteps echoed in the room, and he smiled because he knew you were dancing to your favourite songs again. But still, there was a big problem that needed to be solved at that instant. 
You were still in your underwear and of course, he had noticed that. How couldn’t he? 
Spencer saw you for less than three minutes and yet, the bulge in his trousers made it difficult for him to think straight. He didn’t know how it was possible for you to turn him on that much, but you did and it was starting to make things harder for him.
If Spencer brought you to Penelope's birthday party, you were definitely going to wear a bikini. And a bikini is basically the same thing as your underwear… which meant one thing.
“Oh no.”
“Are you talking to me?”
Spencer turned around, attempting to cover the issue between his thighs with the jacket he brought to work that morning. 
“Uh, no love. No, I was just thinking about… something.”
“Care to share?” you asked with an innocent smile.
Spencer knew that smile was actually innocent; you had no ill intentions, but his brain was starting to play games with him. He was so turned on that Spencer thought every little microexpression on your face and every move you made were just actions to tease him and work him up. 
They were not. Or maybe they were.
“Sorry, uh… Yeah. Penelope invited me to her birthday party this Saturday.”
Your face enlightened at his words. “Oh! That’s so nice!”
“She asked me to bring you, too.” 
“I don’t like the tone you just used. If you don’t want to bring me, that’s…”
Spencer widened his eyes, realising that his words might’ve sounded rude. “No! I’m excited to let you meet all of my friends and co-workers, truly.”
“Then, what is it? I know there’s something that bothers you.”
You sat on the bed with your legs crossed, waiting for Spencer to continue but, he didn’t dare to move. If he placed his jacket on the bed, you would’ve noticed the painful tent in his trousers. If he didn’t move, you would’ve asked him why he wasn’t taking off his clothes and putting on more comfortable ones.
Too many thoughts were running wild through Spencer’s brain and it was difficult for him to gather them all, cast aside the naughty ones and focus on the more normal ones. 
It was tough not to stare at the curves of your breasts and how he could see the shadow of your nipples hidden behind the fabric of your bra. He has spent so many hours just licking and sucking your skin around your breasts, that he can still taste you on his tongue if he focuses hard enough. 
“Penelope has rented a whole place for all of us.”
You hummed, tilting your head. “Sounds really nice. Is there a swimming pool involved? Is that why you’re worried?”
Spencer bit his bottom lip, forcing himself not to stare at the way your hair fell over your shoulders and covered the laces of your bra. A few days ago, he used his teeth to remove that same bra. It was a struggle not to think about that night, and he pathetically failed.
“I’m sure the place she rented is clean and…”
As you started to speak and comfort Spencer over his fear of germs, his mind wandered elsewhere. You moved to the centre of the bed to be closer to him and laid on it, with your arms behind your head and your body all stretched out. 
Your bra barely covered your full breasts and your thighs were much more visible, with all the little bruises still peppering your skin. The same bruises he caused two days before. The same bruises you begged him to create on. 
Spencer’s brain was starting to get even foggier. 
“Are you even listening to me, love?” 
You snapped your fingers in front of his face and Spencer dropped the jacket on the floor, quickly bending over to pick it up. Of course, he was listening to you, but he was just… thinking about something else while you were talking. 
“Hm.”
“I’ll take that as a no.”
Spencer turned away from you and looked down, frowning. His bulge was still there and getting more painful, but how in the world was he going to face you and ask you if you could help him out? He knew you would, in a heartbeat, but he felt miserable. 
How could he ask you to stop walking around his place in nothing but your underwear when he wanted to worship your body every hour of every day? How could he deny himself the sight of your stunning body? 
His eyes went straight to your breasts and of course, you noticed it. 
“Spencer!”
“Hm? What’s up?”
“My God.” - you started to say, sitting up on the bed - “You’re distracted! You can’t even finish a sentence or listen to me.”
Spencer hummed again, forcing his eyes to stay on your face. Unfortunately, they slipped down to your breasts once again - but that time, Spencer didn’t deny it. How could he? He had been so obvious since he arrived home, but you thought to yourself that maybe you were imagining things.
Or you were too horny, but you weren’t. He was. 
“I’m sorry, it’s just…”
“You’ve been staring at my breasts since you saw me in the kitchen.” you stated
Spencer sighed, turning his back on you again. “I’m sorry. They’re distracting.”
“Look at me, love.”
He lingered for a few seconds, covering his face with both hands. He didn’t want to turn around because he knew you would’ve teased him for hours on end, but it truly wasn’t his fault. It was his brain that tricked him into staring at your boobs and remembering all the things he did to you the night before and all the other days. 
It wasn’t his fault he had an eidetic memory and he could replay all your moments of intimacy together each time he wanted. How you looked when he kissed your neck, how you moaned when his tongue swirled around your nipples…
“You can look at them whenever you want, you know.” - you tapped his shoulder, kneeling behind him on the bed - “I’m your girlfriend, aren’t I?”
“That’s not the point, Y/N.” - Spencer replied, forcing himself to turn around - “You’re so distracting, I can barely think when you’re there… dressed up like that.”
You raised your brows. “Do you want me to change?”
“No!” - he exclaimed, before clearing his throat - “I mean… maybe. I don’t know, but I can’t keep getting hard because you’re half-naked.”
“What’s wrong with being attracted to me, love?” you asked with your arms crossed.
“There’s nothing wrong with that, you know, but it’s hard to be around you when all I think about is how I want to just…” - he took a deep breath before shaking his head - “I need to behave, I’m sorry.”
There was a moment of silence where you pondered over his words. He seemed so miserable and all because he was so attracted to you that he could barely think, that he could barely remember that he had other things to do other than you. 
That felt incredibly hot. 
Leaning forward, you placed a hand on his hip. “I want to hear what you’re thinking about right now.”
Spencer shook his head, covering your hand with his. “It’s too early.”
“It’s never too early to make love to your partner, Spencer.”
You were right, he knew that, but he also knew that if he kissed you and took you right there, he would’ve spent the whole night just trying to do it over and over until you were too tired to move or to keep your eyes open. 
Spencer sighed and looked down at you. “You drive me crazy.”
“And what’s the harm in that, love?” you asked innocently 
He moved his hands under your neck and forced you to look at him, gripping your chin with his fingertips. You went quiet, trying to decipher the expression on his face, though the tight grip was already a good hint of what he was thinking about.  
“No harm.”
“Exactly, so… What’s stopping you?”
Spencer knew nothing was stopping him from pressing your body onto the mattress and pounding into you. He had every right to do so because he knew you wanted it as much as he did, but still. There was an issue to fix and he refused to let his hormones get in the way, once again. 
But maybe just this time, Spencer thought.
You leaned your head against his palm, and closed your eyes when his fingers brushed over your cheek. He could look at you for hours, admiring how you basked in the sweetness of his touch that you found so comforting. 
“Nothing’s stopping me.”
You sighed, running your hands over his chest. “Good.”
Spencer unbuckled his belt and the metal clanking of it falling onto the floor brought an eager smile to your lips. Of course you smiled, because you were about to get exactly what you wanted since he came home. 
Little minx, Spencer thought. 
“You don’t need to hold back from what you truly desire, Spencer.” 
He drank up your words like they were the sweetest honey and he sighed. You were right; he didn’t need to stop himself from putting his hands over you if you wanted to be touched as well, but still.
“If you want to rip my underwear off me, you can do it.” - you muttered, slowly opening the buttons of his shirt - “If you want to fuck me like this, while I’m almost naked and you’re still dressed, you can do it.”
Spencer watched as your skilled fingers pushed his shirt off his shoulder and sighed, because there was nothing else he could do or say at that moment. You had him wrapped around your tiny finger and you knew it, which was why he loved you so much. You could’ve snapped your fingers and he would’ve dropped to his knees for you. 
“I just.. I just need to have you. At all times.”
“You can.” - you replied with no hesitation, only firmness in your voice - “I am here for your pleasure. Always.”
Spencer released a long sigh. “I know. I’m so lucky.”
Pushing his trousers down his legs to reveal his soft skin, you looked up at him with your lips turned into a wicked grin. You could see the emotions rapidly changing behind those eyes: lust, frustration, love, annoyance and desire. That was exactly what you wanted: you craved to drive Spencer crazy and you needed him to lose his mind over you. 
It made you feel powerful.
“You’re so pretty when you’re desperate for me.” you said 
Spencer leaned into your touch when you reached out for his face. “So are you, princess.”
But the tender moment was gone as fast it came, because there was no time to be nice to one another. Spencer wanted to wreck you and you wanted him to do as he pleased; you wanted the pleasure to consume him, and so it did.
Spencer kissed you for the first time since he came home and, of course, he had no time to be nice. His tongue pushed into your mouth without warning, but you let it as you laid down on the bed with the man on top of you. The kiss expressed all the frustration that had built within him ever since he came home and found you in the kitchen, wiggling your ass to the music and singing at the top of your lungs. 
His teeth dug into the soft flesh of your bottom lip and you whined, almost tasting blood on your tongue. 
“Let me be rough tonight.”
You grabbed him by the chin, staring right into those honey-coloured eyes. “Perhaps I was not clear with my words a moment ago, Spencer. I want you to do whatever you want to me.”
Spencer groaned at your words and pushed any rational thought out of his mind, allowing the frustration and profound desire felt for you to drive him. His pupils were blown wide with unbridled lust making you shiver, bringing the heat between your thighs where you so desperately wanted to be touched. 
Spencer kissed your mouth before moving down to your throat, attacking it with bites and gentle licks that made you whimper. 
“I’m going to ravish you tonight, my princess.” - Spencer whispered to your ear, running his hands all over your breasts - “And you’re going to take my cock like the good girl I know you are for me, yeah?”
“Yes. Yes, love.”
He moved his hands to your face, kissing the tip of your nose. “Hands and knees.”
You scrambled to turn around, struggling to move as his arms didn’t give you as much space as you needed. Spencer, ever so helpful, pulled your hips up when you managed to roll on your tummy. 
“Good girl, that’s it.”
You could feel his cock against your ass when he leaned forward to bite your shoulder and you moaned, closing your eyes. His nails dug into the soft flesh of your back, dragging your panties down your thighs before throwing them on the floor. 
Spencer’s mouth wandered down your neck, leaving a trace of kisses that started from your right shoulder and went down to your ass. He nibbled at the soft skin right below it before biting down, hard enough to draw blood. You yelped at the feeling, but didn’t complain as your hands scratched the blanket. 
Spencer pulled away for a second and traced the small wound with the tip of his index, earning a hiss from you. It hurt, but you wanted it to hurt - you promised you’d bleed for him, and bleed you did. 
“Good girl. So pretty for me.” - Spencer whispered, but you were more focused on the sound of a bottle of lube being opened - “I’m sorry, I’m so impatient to have you. I wish we could take this slow, but I can’t.”
“It’s okay, I know you’re desperate.” - you mumbled, moaning softly when his fingers breached your entrance - “It’s fucking cold.”
He chuckled at your reaction, smearing the lube all over your already wet slit. “Oops”
When you were ready, Spencer found no resistance as he slowly pushed the tip of his cock inside of you. He watched the way your walls welcomed him in and revelled in the sweetness of your whimpers and whines when you felt him. Spencer waited, watching you as you struggled to stay still for him. 
“Please, just… Get inside, for fuck’s sake.”
“Oh? Wanna take it all at once, my princess?” - Spencer asked, running his left hand through your hair - “Are you desperate for my cock? Then, fucking have it.”
In one hard thrust, Spencer bottomed out inside of you and you fell on the bed with your face in the pillow. You trembled when you finally felt every inch of his cock inside of you and you thought you were ready to fall off the edge in less than a minute. 
You were desperate for him every single time you had the chance to make love to him.
“Take it, princess. You wanted it and now you have it.”
Spencer watched you as you arched your back, tightening your grip on the bed sheets. A chorus of curses and moans flows from your lips as you try to get back on your knees, but his thrusts are too quick and harsh to let you get in position. So, again, you fell down with your face in the pillow. 
The pleasure quickly expanded through your body as Spencer never slowed down the pace of his thrusts, basking in the gentle sounds of your moans. His right hand travelled down to reach your ass, and before you felt it, you heard it - there was a brief moment of silence, followed by a loud smack and then a deep heat diffusing over your skin. 
It had been so long since he spanked you, but with that position, you couldn’t blame him.
The sensation heightened the pleasure within you. 
“Oh, fuck!”
Spencer moved both his hands on each side of your head and leaned forward, keeping his thrusts quick and regular. You could feel his body tense each time you tried to push back into him, to fuck yourself onto his cock. 
You were already close, desperate to ride that delicious end. 
“Please, more.” - you cried out again - “Please, I’m close.”
“Don’t you dare.” - he bit your earlobe - “Don’t you fucking dare come on my cock now.”
You whined at his order, not sure how you would be able to hold it and be a good girl for him. It wasn’t easy to hold an orgasm, especially if Spencer never stopped fucking into you with all the energy he had in his body. You were so close, you were right there but Spencer stopped his movements - and suddenly, you felt a warm tear slip down your cheek.
A single tear of frustration. 
Spencer forced you on your back, pushing you onto the mattress before sliding his cock back inside of you. 
“I want to see your pretty face when you come, princess.” - Spencer whispered, lifting your right leg and wrapping it around his own waist - “I want you to look at me as you come undone on my cock.”
His pace is as rough as before and you felt more tears spill from your eyes. Your hands quickly went behind his neck as you rolled your hips, a pathetic attempt at fucking yourself back onto his cock to feel more and more. 
You couldn’t form a coherent sentence. The only word that fell from your lips was a strained ‘yes’ that echoed in the room, encouraging Spencer to go harder and faster, to tear you down piece by piece.
And he looked fucking stunning as he did so. 
His lean body, his muscles were tense, a single strand of hair falling over his forehead and his tongue poking out in concentration… You wanted to get those details tattooed on your brain, on your body, every-fucking-where. 
“Such a good girl for me, huh? My pretty princess.” - Spencer whispered, looking down at you - “Always welcoming me with nothing on, knowing how crazy that makes me.”
Your lips opened slightly, more whimpers flowing from them. 
“Do you know how difficult it is to get out of here and not remember all the times I’ve fucked you against the door?” he said, his voice rough.
You shook your head, not sure if you understood what he said. 
“Fuck, you make me so horny. I fucking love your body.” - he mumbled, pressing his forehead to yours - “I always think about it and then I see dressed like that… It’s like you’re always begging me to bend you over and fuck your pretty cunt.”
You’ve always loved his dirty mouth, but that day it felt deliciously perfect. His thrusts were rough and faltering, which meant he was close to his orgasm too - you almost forgot you were close, totally enamoured by him and the way he spoke about you.  
“My slutty princess.”
You nodded with a smile, drunk on your lust for him. “All yours to use and destroy.”
You felt the pleasure built up again right behind your belly button and you knew you were close again. Spencer must’ve noticed it because he kept his pace quick, never changing the angle because he felt you clench hard around him each time he bottomed out. Your thighs were shaking around his waist and he could feel your heartbeat quickening under his fingertips. 
“My good girl.” - he mumbled, closing his eyes for a moment - “I can feel you’re close. Do you want to come on my cock, princess?”
He didn’t need a verbal answer, because soon your cries of pleasure were enough. You widened your eyes and threw your head back onto the pillow, crying out his name over and over as your nails dug into his shoulders. He could feel his skin breaking under your nails but he didn’t care. 
Spencer was too enamoured with you to realise how painful your grip was. 
“That’s it, gorgeous. You did so well.” he rewarded you with a kiss on the lips 
You barely felt it, drunk on the pleasure that he fed you. Your whole body was shuddering as Spencer helped you ride out your orgasm, but the more he thrusted, the more pain you felt stabbing you. You didn’t complain, though. 
You wanted it, you needed it and so did he. 
“Does this pretty princess want my cum deep inside of her, hm?” Spencer asked
You weren’t sure he heard you, but you managed to choke out: “Yes. Please, please, fucking do it. Please.”
A few thrusts later, Spencer granted you your wish. His warmth flooded you from the inside as he watched the way his body become one with yours, shivering with pleasure. His right hand pressed down hard below your belly button and you winced, feeling his seed run deep if that was even possible. 
It felt so incredibly good you could almost come again. 
“Ah, that felt fucking perfect.”
You closed your arms around his neck and caged him against your body, so that he wouldn’t be able to run away. Not that he wanted to, of course, but. 
Spencer didn’t move for at least five good minutes, struggling to catch his own breath while you stared at the bedroom ceiling with a grin on your face. You were deeply satisfied with yourself and you were sure Spencer was content, as well - though the conversation between you wasn’t over. 
You knew that not putting on clothes would’ve distracted him and maybe that was exactly why you never put them on when he was around in your shared apartment. It was fun to see him struggling between staring at your breasts or at your thighs, or forgetting that he had to hang out with his colleagues because he was too busy burying his face in your cunt or fucking you against a window. 
It felt good to be desired, and it felt even better knowing that it was the only thing Spencer was able to think about when he was away from you. 
“You have to stop walking around our place naked.”
You put a hand on his chest, gently pushing him upward. Spencer was still lying between your legs, but he was staring at you. 
“Naked? I am always wearing my underwear.” you stated 
Spencer bumped the tip of his nose against yours. “Which is dangerously distracting, Y/N.”
“Oh, you’re using my name in a conversation.”
“I’m being serious, princess. I can’t get a boner whenever I’m near you.” - he explained, pressing a kiss on your jaw - “Believe me, I appreciate the sight but… My brain needs some rest. And so does my penis.”
“Okay, alright. I’ll do my best to keep my clothes on.” - I decided to give in - “After six weeks of pure hell, I think you deserve a break.”
Spencer kissed your cheek, before biting it softly. “I appreciate it, my princess.”
“But that doesn’t mean I won’t do it occasionally just to drive you crazy.” you warned him 
“Oh, I’m fine with that.” - he said, rolling off your body - “But give me a heads up before doing it, okay? I wouldn’t want to come home with Luke and find you in your underwear.”
“Well… it could be fun. Maybe he’d like to join…”
Spencer covered your mouth with his’ before you could finish your sentence, but the kiss was interrupted by your loud laugh echoing through the walls. 
“Alright, Luke will never see me like this.” - you gave him a peck on the lips, pushing him off you before he could spread your legs again - “This sight is for your eyes only.”
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Title: Puzzled
Pairing: Sanji x Reader
Summary: Due to your insecurities, you thought Sanji was making fun of you whenever he complimented you until you realized he wasn’t. | Genre: Fluff, some angst, hints of a troubled past| Warning: none | Words: 4.5K
You already felt nervous while sitting next to your new crew.
It wasn’t them. Well, maybe to some extent it was them as you had a hunch a secondhanded embarrassment would occur very soon in such a nice-looking place like the Baratie.
Your new crew were good people. If you didn’t believe it, you wouldn’t have left the security of your little merchant shop just because Luffy decided he liked your skills of calculations and the odd ability to seemingly fit everything that was needed into any small place imaginable.
Even if he didn’t take your no for an answer, you never really felt forced. At least not like how you did with your old crew, but you rarely liked to think about those times.
Then, before you knew it, you were checking the inventory on his ship —your new home.
Still, as good as Luffy, Zoro, Nami, and Usopp were, you did not believe for a second they wouldn’t cause some distress in the fancy establishment. Trouble always seemed to follow the bunch, and unfortunately or not, you were dragged along the ride.
Despite the fear of embarrassment, there was another reason why you were sweating bullets under your clothing and once again easily surrendering into your specific nervous habit, no doubt looking crazy or at least unstable.
In the open like this, surrounded by all these pirates and sailors, you dreaded seeing anyone from your old crew. The chances were high. Ever since you managed to leave, you had no idea what they were up to.
You would have gladly stayed under the deck just as you used to rather than stay in the security of the shop. Still, everyone told you to come with them, and if you didn’t want to burden them with the real reason why you didn’t want to join another pirate crew in the first place, you didn’t really have much of a choice.
I have to come up with a believable lie for next time, you told yourself, deciding a small lie would be better than enduring this as you not for the first time nervously looked around.
After another few tense moments, for you at least, you decided to use the restrooms and try to wash up a bit.
Your eyes scanned the place a dozen times before you found the courage to do so, somewhat confident no one who knew you from before was around.
You stood up from the table, mumbling about the restroom to the crew just as you noticed someone approach it and, in passing, heard a rather annoyed voice with a thick accent say something like, ‘Hi, welcome to our shitty restaurant…’
Weird, you thought without looking back and hurried into the restroom.
The cold water helped at least a little bit, but you still took your time trying to calm yourself down.
No one was here. None of them would find you, and why would they? You reasoned with yourself. Whatever happened before was history, but deep inside, you always feared they would hold a grudge.
You returned in the midst of chaos as a small fight broke out between some of the customers.
Great, you thought to yourself grimly and waited it out, surprised when it seemed a waiter had defused the situation by beating both customers up without dropping any food in the process.
You weren’t much of a fighter unless you had something you could use to hit them over the head with, but even you were impressed by how skilled he seemed. Something about him caught your eye for a second before you carried on your journey back to your crew.
As the passage cleared, you tried to finally return to your table, only to slip on some spilled water and almost crash into the ground.
Before you did, however, you felt someone snatch your arm and tug you away from the hard floor and toward something solid and dark.
‘Careful now, madam,’ you heard a smooth accented voice above you while your face was pressed against the solid black fabric at an odd angle, ‘Wouldn’t want someone as precious as you to injure yourself.’
Your eyes blinked and leaned away from your salvation, trying to assess what was going on.
Once you did, you found yourself looking at someone with a fine black suit. Someone who was quick and strong enough to save you from falling, it seemed.
You managed to raise your eyes from his suit toward his face and immediately felt heat rush into your cheeks.
Something cracked in the air around you, and for a moment, you forgot where you were and everything else along with it while looking at the stranger.
Huh? You thought desperately as your breath caught inside your throat.
A very nonchalant smirk played across his lips, and the grey-blue eye that wasn’t covered by his blond hair seemed to hint amusement. Whether it was because of some form of endearment, simple amusement, or mockery, you didn’t know.
What you did know was that, based on everything you felt apart from the embarrassment and shock, you were sure your body reactions could only mean one thing.
This man was far too handsome for you to handle.
‘Oh Gods,’ you mumbled, feeling mortified that you almost fell like that. Feeling mortified that someone like him caught you. Feeling mortified that he was now looking at you.
You were never good with attention — much less attention from someone like this man in front of you.
Your heart speeded up, and you averted your gaze. You were also never good with direct eye contact, and despite how it might look, at the moment, you just couldn’t stand to be in the man’s presence any longer.
‘Thank you,’ you mumbled and tried to rush away quickly.
Only when you felt his hand slipping from your arm you realized he had been holding onto you all this time.
Why?
‘You’re very welcome, madam, but the apology is unnecessary,’ he said, causing you to stop before realizing what you were doing. You immediately realized he must have been the waiter who came to your table as you were leaving.
Hesitant, hoping your face didn’t reveal your blush, you looked back at him. You found him still looking at you with that playful smirk, ‘After all, who wouldn’t want to assist a beautiful woman such as yourself.’
Just like that, you snickered before you could stop yourself and felt whatever warm, if slightly embarrassing feeling this man sparked inside you to sour into annoyance and humiliation, ‘Right.’
You turned around and, feeling like an idiot, returned to your crew, debating if you shouldn’t just excuse yourself and leave.
‘I ordered for you,’ said Nami, and you nodded grateful, ‘That’s fine.’
You were right, and the waiter, Sanji, as you learned from Luffy, showed up at your table a couple of times.
You tried to be polite and purposely busied yourself with the menu or gave out short answers without meeting his eyes.
You didn’t like being rude, but you couldn’t really force yourself to look at him or be your usual nice self. Not when it was obvious the man was mocking you.
You weren’t naïve and had a good pair of eyes. You knew how you looked compared to others. You made your peace with that and, in certain ways, even found comfort in not having to fight off the attention of gross old men the way Nami and other striking, pretty women had to all the time. So, to have someone as handsome as Sanji show up and call you beautiful and stunning and like a dream every once in a while, when he showed up at the table, left you feeling completely miserable.
Why was he so cruel?
Why did he need to mock your appearance?
You just met and barely spoke to him. So did he really have to be that much of an asshole? You would still blush and feel embarrassed if he complimented your skills or work on the ship. Still, at least a part of you would accept that he was being sincere and that you truly did a good job, but your appearance was a tricky subject.
You felt humiliated every time Sanji showed up and commented at you, to the point you couldn’t look at anyone, not even your crew, or swallow another bite. That was the real tragedy because before your mood dropped so low, you thought the food was delicious. Luckily, your new captain had no problem finishing your plate so the food wouldn’t go to waste.
‘Was the food not to your liking, madam?’ asked the accented voice close by at one point while you desperately tried not to look anywhere else but at your hands, ‘It was good. Thank you.’
‘I understand,’ he said, and even if you made a point of not meeting his gaze, you knew he was smirking, ‘Perhaps you would enjoy something specific to please your unique palate.’
You winced at his words.
Was he insulting your body or calling you high maintenance or something? Your old crew would do that. They would wrap something up in a compliment or concern, trying to seem like they meant well, only to strike you down or make you look back in your captain’s eyes, and your captain…well, he never bothered with words when he could use his hands.
You got up from the table, mumbling you weren’t feeling too good, which wasn’t much of a lie since you now really did feel bad.
It was unclear to you what took over, but for a moment, you dared yourself to glance at the blond waiter, who was still present. Once you did, you wished you hadn’t because you found him looking directly at you with that smirk still playing across his handsome face and amusement radiating from his eyes.
Not only did he make you feel shitty about yourself, but he was smiling about it now?
It would have been kinder if he kicked you into the gut.
Needless to say, your first impression of the handsome man was not good, and you mentally hoped you would leave as soon as possible so you wouldn’t have to deal with him any more than this.
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Unfortunately, you discovered it wouldn’t be that simple when you and your crew brought Zoro’s unconscious and wounded body into Nami’s bed after his fight with Mihawk.  
It was the first time you properly looked at him, feeling your stomach sinking.
The bleeding was excessive, and a single look at his wounds was all you needed to be triggered back to the times with your old captain and crew. Deadly injuries were common when the captain’s temper got out of hand. It was why many resorted to snitching on others or making up rumors and such, if only to be labeled as valuable and loyal and avoid his wrath themselves. At times, you wondered if things would have been more bearable if your crew showed more solidarity with each other.
You blinked several times, trying to chase away the fog of vicious memories and return to the present time to your badly injured friend.
‘Baratie,’ your voice was weak when you spoke, and you watched Nami nod.
‘Luffy, we need to go,’ you said to your captain whose gaze never felt Zoro’s wound, ‘I’m not really in the mood for food, you guys,’ said Luffy, uncharacteristically quiet next to you.
‘To get a doctor!’ yelled Nami, and you merely shook your head and pulled at his wrist to drag him back toward the restaurant with you.
You weren’t thinking clearly when you found the head chef and the waiter in the kitchen. You weren’t certain what was said as you were still too shaken from the reality of Zoro being injured and the trauma from your past.
You vaguely recalled Luffy begging for their help while you rambled over what happened all too fast; you didn’t really make sense to yourself, let alone an outsider.
You didn’t notice Sanji approaching you. At least not until you felt a warm, solid palm against your shoulder blades and another against your cheek.
Your eyes got trapped by a pair of grey-blue ones while that accented voice you found all too soothing in that moment spoke, ‘It’s alright, sweetheart.’
His expression was oddly severe for once, but still not completely, ‘Breath with me.’
In a heartbeat, you obeyed, feeling grounded by the instruction that took your mind away from the distress, ‘Our friend is injured. Can you help us, please?’
‘At once, madam,’ said Sanji, and you were certain never in your entire life had anyone looked at you so gently as this man had at that moment while promising his help.
Swallowing, you nodded and allowed the man to lead you back to your ship and your injured crewmate.
It wasn’t until you noticed Usopp’s raised eyebrows and gaze at your side that you realized that somewhere along everything that happened, you or Sanji took hold of the other’s hand and remained that way until now.
With a rapidly beating heart, you gently shook your hand free from his hold, immediately mourning the absence of his touch and warmth, and pushed it into your pocket for comfort. It didn’t seem to help, though. Still, you forced yourself to be grateful and optimistic since, after all, right now, you brought someone who could help Zoro, and that was what mattered.
Your injured crewmate was your main focus, of course, but every once in a while, whenever your gaze met the blond’s, you found him looking at you with fondness and a smirk that seemed just soft enough to be a kind smile.
Sighing you offered him a small nod unsure if it meant there was some peace between you two or something else entirely.
For now, you let it rest.
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After the head chef Zeff did all he could for Zoro, you took turns talking to your unconscious friend and maintaining the ship, but apart from that, there wasn’t much to do. The waiting was the worst of it. You left Nami to read to Zoro and went to find something to do. You often felt like morose by nature, but with everything going on, it all seemed even more depressing.
Even if there was no reason for him to stick around, you found Sanji in the ship’s kitchen when you went there to check the inventory. Something you only did to fill the time, as you had already done so just yesterday, ‘Oh, I’m sorry.’
‘For what?’ he chuckled, stealing a glance at you with that typical smirk of his, ‘If anything, a little bit of company would be nice.’
You felt the familiar uneasiness inside your stomach, wondering if he would make fun of you again. Still, simultaneously, you recalled how he calmed you down when you came to ask for help and how sincere he seemed since.
There was also the story he told you all about how Zeff sacrificed his leg to save him, which forced you to excuse yourself and cry a little bit on your own, only for the man to call after you, mocking you again by acting all sweet and lovable.
Overall, you didn’t think you ever met a man who puzzled you as much as Sanji.
‘Please,’ he said, ‘I find it abnormal to have a kitchen all to myself.’
Biting your lower lip momentarily, you decided to enter, telling yourself you could pretend to be busy while checking the supplies.
Yet, you darted your eyes to his hands. They work for a moment before you move to gaze at his face. You were puzzled by this man. He seemed so focused, and in his element, you almost didn’t want to speak in fear to ruin his concertation and work.
Your gazes met, and once again, he offered you a little smirk. You couldn’t decide if he was secretly making fun of you, trying to trick you, or being genuine? But if so, why the games?
You rushed to the opposite side and turned your back to him while taking quick notes and counting.
You could clearly hear him cutting vegetables and stirring something occasionally, and yet, you felt his grey-blue eyes on you at all the time, too.
‘I have to say, I’m impressed,’ he said after a moment of tense silence.
You blinked, turning to find him with his back to you. Were you just imagining his gaze after all?
‘I find the number of supplies you manage to fit almost surreal,’ he chuckled and glanced at you.
You averted your eyes, feeling the familiar heat return to your face, ‘I’m just good at filling every little crack with something.’ At your old ship, if you didn’t find a way to fit all the supplies and things the captain wanted on the ship, you wouldn’t eat dinner or, worse, face his wrath.
He glanced at you again, and when you looked at him, you found him smiling, ‘Now you’re just selling yourself unfairly short, sweetheart.’
He turned his back to you and said, ‘If I’m not mistaken, you have to consider the number of people on board. How much will they eat or need for however many days you have until your next stop? Not to mention, consider the weight of everything on the ship.’
Your heart swelled with pride just as it had when Luffy pointed out how cool it was that you could do all that, like it was one of the best tricks he ever saw. Even if it was hard to accept the praise, it was nice to be appreciated. You never got such a treatment when you were with your old crew.
As you felt too self-aware to look at him and see his eyes after he made you feel so good about yourself, you chose to turn away, ‘Thank you. You’re… that’s nice of you to say.’
It was a nice thing to say, and you felt a bit guilty that you always thought of him so harshly.
When you suddenly felt him by your side, your eyes widened, and you swiftly turned to glance at him.
Too close, you thought as you felt his body heat against your skin, even through clothing.
He offered you another smirk. Oddly, no matter how many times he smirked at you, you never felt genuinely threatened or put off by it. They just left your heart beating too fast and your palms sweaty.
Sanji reached for one of the boxes in the cabin above your head, ‘Just being honest, madam. Cross my heart.’
Your heart might as well have been trying to jump out of your chest with how fast it was beating when he said that.
Cruel, you thought to yourself. No matter how he wrapped it, he was a really cruel man for doing all of this to you.
He offered you a single wink and returned back to his cooking while you decided to finish this later and ran out. You just felt too overwhelmed by this man at the moment to stick around longer, even if perhaps a tiny part of you wouldn’t have minded.
You still weren’t sure what to think about the blond, but when he praised your skills rather than your looks, you felt he might be sincere.
The fact remained that the man puzzled you. At times, he sounded like a genuinely nice enough man, even funny and pleasant to be around, but then he would start to compliment you and make you feel nervous. It wasn’t good when it was just the two. As much as you would prefer to avoid him, it seemed impossible. But by the gods of the sea, it got worse when others were around, and they could hear it all.
You just found yourself feeling too exposed and embarrassed. You didn’t like to be made fun of. And the only reason why you never tried to tell him it bothered you or stop talking to him was that, despite all of this, you didn’t wish to start anything. You wanted to keep the peace, and as long as his comments remained just comments, you would endure. You endured far worse, after all.
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It honestly took you a while to realize he wasn’t mocking you, or at least not doing so on purpose. Maybe you would have realized it sooner had you all not been dealing with Nami’s absence and the whole Arlong mess.
It wasn’t until you met with Nami’s sister, Nojiko, that it really hit you.
He was a flirt.
That was all to it.
He wasn’t mocking or singling you out; he just acted like this with every woman he met.
You felt a mixture of things. You were relieved that he wasn’t making fun of you, just being himself. Another part of you was even grateful that despite your apparent lacking in the traditional beauty department, he still treated you the same way as any of the number of the really beautiful women he encountered. You couldn’t recall the last time you were treated nicely in such a way. But of course, because of your insecurities, you couldn’t completely shake the feeling of embarrassment whenever he would call you beautiful or give you attention, mainly because even if he wasn’t making fun of you, you knew some might or worse people would think you actually thought all those things were true. You just didn’t like the attention. It made your flaws feel far too exposed.
‘Here, let me do that, so you can eat,’ you offered to fill the plates in his place. You already finished eating anyway, and you didn’t really like to sit around pointlessly.
‘Nonsense,’ he said, but it seemed he brightened up even more than he was before when you approached him, ‘It wouldn’t feel right to let a woman of your beauty to do all the work.’
You almost sighed, but now that you knew it wasn’t in bad taste, you forced yourself to grimace, ‘Then at least let me help you with the dishes?’
The blond chuckled and shook his head at you. He seemed genuinely amused with a hind of fondness when he spoke, ‘You certainly are hard working. Don’t you ever rest?’
You shrugged your shoulders before you quickly started to work on the pile of dishes the villager brought for cleaning during the celebration of the Straw Hat Crew’s victory.
‘Here,’ you heard Sanji behind you.
Before you could properly turn around, you watched a pair of hands put an apron around you, ‘Wouldn’t want you to ruin your clothes.’
You forced yourself to stay calm and offered the man a smile and a quiet thanks before you resumed your work on the dishes.
It was nice. Due to your personality, you never particularly liked crowds or a lot of people. But whenever you were forced to be around them or had a need for it, you always tried to gain an option to still find your personal solitude for a few moments or hours. Sometimes, when it happened, you felt lonely, but tonight, you couldn’t help but smile at how happy and festive everyone was around you. Their good mood affected your own.
Especially Nami’s. Watching her from time to time, you smile to yourself, knowing she was genuinely happy for her to have her freedom and name cleaned at last.
‘Our captain sure is something else,’ said the blond behind you, still serving out food.
You turned to see what he meant and smiled at Luffy goofing around with Usopp and some villagers.
You nodded, ‘He is. But given how pirate captains usually are, it’s a good thing.’
You resumed your work, and based on the number of times someone said thanks or Sanji chatted up some random woman, you assumed he did, too.
After a while, you heard him speak again, ‘Usopp said he’s not your first captain, though.’
‘Usopp talks a lot,’ you commented, feeling your stomach sinking and your nervous habit awakening just as it always had whenever you thought about your old life. Even on such a nice night like this one, with everyone so happy and carefree, your traumatizing past snuck up on you.
‘Ah, don’t do that, sweetheart. You’re hurting yourself, and such a pretty woman should never do so to herself,’ said the blond effortlessly, yet with a hint of concern.
You quickly stopped and tried to busy yourself with work again, ‘Sorry.’ You still felt nervous and knew if you weren’t busy and trying to actively fight it, you would easily succumb to the habit again.
You finished the last plate so far, and without anything else to do but anxiously wait.
Debating with yourself for a moment, you turned to watch the blond. Seeing the way he worked so focused, pleased with his work, himself, and skilled, you felt your heartbeat slow down. It seemed you found comfort in watching him.
He wasn’t looking at you, but you could tell he was aware you could see him.
It must have been the sense of peace he seemed to have brought you that you found your lips moving apart, ‘My first captain was not a good guy. Neither was anyone in my old crew.’
You regretted your words immediately. You didn’t speak about your old crew for a reason, and you honestly didn’t want to ruin everyone’s mood at the moment.
For a second, you noticed Sanji pause and look very much lost in his thoughts before he turned toward you. 
You were confused, especially when he reached for your hand, but nevertheless, you allowed him to take it.
Even if he must have been going for serious, he looked nothing but properly soft when he said, ‘I can assure you at least this cook plans to be nothing but good to you.’
It was just a bunch of words in a sentence, but when he said it and pressed a soft kiss against your palm, you couldn’t help but wonder if it was a personal vow to you. It sure sounded like one. Oddly enough, despite everything you’ve been through, even if just a tiny bit, you believed it. You believed him.
His eyes remained kind and face soft, and for one wildest moment, you almost found yourself wondering if he would do something else. Something more.
Then, however, out of the blue, someone loudly cleared their throat, and you jumped away, pulling your hand out of his.
‘If you two plan to slack off, you should let someone else handle this,’ you heard Zoro say and mentally cursed yourself while feeling your face heating up with embarrassment.
‘Don’t be jealous,’ you heard Sanji reply, ‘If you smiled every once in a while, and wasn’t such a pain in the ass, I’m positive we could find you someone to adore too.’
You didn’t dare to turn around and tried to appear busy with the new dishes someone brought you making sure not to look at the blond again no matter how often you felt his gaze on you-
Wait-
Someone to adore too?!
Koniec
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A.N: Hello, thank you for reading. English is not my first language, so I apologize for grammar and other mistakes. Have a lovely day. Stay safe. 
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inkskinned · 6 months
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nobody ever gets the mugshot of gluttony right. these days you think it has nothing to do with bodyweight. what a good trick: that gluttony could take a shape. no, there was never any fault in finishing a meal or in taking second helpings. it was always in taking from others that there was an issue - the oil baron's fingers steepled over dead bodies and stolen lands. gluttony - twin of greed, although most think greed and envy are the siblings - gluttony is pleased with the experience of gaining, is thrilled just-by-having. greed is the one that stays hungry, that has to move forever like a shark. gluttony likes it - "a glutton for punishment" is one who is seeking the harm, who loves the rush.
gluttony is a mother using her daughter's body for a diet testing ground, sharpening the bone angles. gluttony is saying why, well not! to the seventh and eighth mansion or yacht. it is not just wanting the six white horses, it is making sure that the horses came from your stables. it is not just bathing in milk - it is bathing in milk while others are starving.
oh, it's true that some sins still blaze in their bright floral prints. wrath in a white woman yelling at a person of color for even daring to be in her neighborhood. the red, incipient rage of a neck tightened at even the thought we would take the guns away. wrath has laurels, and she is good at her job, and works hard.
but sloth wasn't ever the sleepy morning of depression, the hours spent begging a clouded body to please move goddamn it; the protestant work ethic claiming even rest is somehow demonic. it was never chronic fatigue. sloth was subtle, a grey mist. she is watching you get bullied and she is deciding it is none of her business. she crosses the picket line because - what! it's just chicken, isn't it? she is closing her eyes and turning her head when the next anti-gay legislation passes. someone else will handle it. not the tense freeze of anxiety or a lack of preparation - she knows you're hurting and would rather you stay quiet about it. she tells other people i just don't see what the big deal is.
sloth is a father that doesn't do the dishes. sloth is your boyfriend's innocent shrug you're just better at household shit. sloth isn't the missed opportunity - it is the purposeful desire to just get-someone-else-to-do-it.
greed and envy are doing body shots in the back of a private jet. they are the way they always have been, but are lovers in the age of the internet. greed just finished union busting, is rolling a bitcoin over his knuckles, is about to start another MLM. envy is in a broadbrimmed hat, showing off her instagram life, grinning about how if you want it, work for it.
okay, it's true. you have a soft spot for lust, gathering dust in a corner. so tame in comparison to the others. but how funny lust is always painted as being a woman in tight clothes. you've met actually lustful women - the ones that purposefully climb into your partner's lap, the ones that say lesbians are gross but ask bisexual women into bed with their husbands. a lustful woman is not donned in lace and garters and red: that's how men think lust looks, painting their own sins into frame. this way, the sin displaces as fog and hovers above her: a woman in a dress is lust; what the man experiences is just the natural consequence.
here is the thing: lust is doing just fine, save your pity. lust is running more circles than any of them. lust is shutting down safe sexwork sites while also making teenagers in knee-high socks sex sensations. lust is CEO of an advertising network where women never pass 25 years old. all the bras lust makes are pretty to look at but, when worn, legitimately hurt. lust has a podcast, his fur coat looped around his shoulders, sells the idea that only certain people have value, that sex raises some and destroys others. lust is tilting his head and asking what did you expect when you dress like that? lust shuns you, sneers that everything you want is disgusting and taboo - right until he can figure out how to capitalize off of it. lust has the midas ability: everything he touches becomes an object.
people usually say wrath is the scary one. you agree with FMA here, though: the real dangerous one is pride, and the shit-eating grin. the white cloaks and the nationalism and the inability to apologize. it is every partner who threw a book at your head because you don't respect him. it is every mother who said my son doesn't deserve to have his life ruined over allegations. it is the teacher that fails you because you talked back.
you worry you have this one. you feel guilty when you need help but don't ask for it. prideful. ashamed when you complete something and feel good about it. too proud for your own good. but pride is not the reward of hard work or accomplishment: pride is a twitter feed. it is the thing that has to mask i didn't do anything with look at me.
pride is your father's raised hand, his raised voice. how he was never there when you needed him, but he is still "head of house." he ruins dinner and blames it on you: you're an embarrassment to this family. this is the glass you walk around, the cuts in your feet. how he says this isn't how i raised you and you have to bite back the retort: that's because you didn't actually fucking raise me.
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could you please do smth about jjk men asking you to be their gfs/letting them be your bfs etc orrrr jjk men meeting your family for the first time (geto, gojo, sukuna 😁)
(it can be either fluff or smut based, whichever you’re in the mood for)
thank you <33
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𝐁𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄?
♡ — 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: asking you to be their girlfriend feat. gojo, geto, & sukuna.
♡ — 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: fem reader & pure fluff. Sukuna’s is short, I’m sorry!
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𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎
Satoru happens to be the kind of person who is naturally good at everything. When it comes to hobbies, he can achieve in one month what would take most people ten years.
However, one thing he can’t seem to grasp the concept of is how to officially making you his girlfriend.
It’s not that he was shy — he was the one who initiated every “date” and flirted with you rather unsubtly — but he didn’t know if you liked him back.
Did you see your “dates” as dates, or two pals dining on Italian food on a Saturday night? Did you see his cheesy pick up lines as nothing more than a friendly joke?
With you, he couldn’t tell.
And not knowing was keeping him up at night, tossing and turning in his bed. It was killing him.
After spending an early afternoon together at a local cafe, you and Satoru were strolling down the sidewalk, simply chitchatting with little smiles on your faces.
“Hey, there’s something I’ve been meaning to talk to you about.” Satoru said in a serious tone.
God, he felt like a lovesick high schooler right now.
“What is it? Everything okay? Is this about your drill? Because I told you I didn’t know what I was doing-”
“No, no, it isn’t about that, but we’ll address that later,” Satoru smiled a bit as he thought about someone as clumsy as you trying to build a bookshelf last week. “I wanted to talk to you about us.”
“Did I do something wrong?”
“Of course not, Y/N.”
“Then what is it?” You laughed worriedly, looking up at him as you walked slowly. “You’re starting to scare me.”
Satoru took a small breath.
“We’ve known each other for a long time. We’re always flirting and hanging out together, and I was just wondering if viewed me as a friend, or if you liked me as much as I like you. Romantically.”
Suddenly, your footsteps came to a halt, and so did Satoru’s beating heart.
The expression of your face was one of confusion. You hadn’t yet spoken, but your eyes questioned him, asking, “are you serious?”
Your eyes flickered down to your hand, which was holding his.
You then pushed your hair back, showing him the earrings he had bought you for Valentine’s Day, the ones he caught you staring at on your laptop one day and decided to purchase as a surprise.
Pulling out your phone, you held your device up to his face. Your lock screen was a picture of you and him together.
“What are you doing?” Satoru frowned, utterly confused.
“You’re the smartest dumbest guy I know,” shaking your head in disbelief, you couldn’t help but scoff a bit. “I’m introducing you to my family this winter, and you thought we were still friends?”
He was stunned.
“Well, we never talked about us having a title. I didn’t know if you made all of your guy friends feel the way you make me feel, do you know what I mean?”
“I know we’re not boyfriend and girlfriend,” your eyes flickered down to the ground. “But did you really think we were just friends?”
“I hoped not.” Satoru smiled. “And I’m thankful we’re not.”
“I can’t believe it wasn’t clear to you before.”
“Then let’s just clear everything up right now.” As soon as Satoru spoke those words, he cupped your face and pressed his lips against yours.
It was a soft kiss, but a passionate one as well — a kiss that told you just how long he waited for this moment.
When he pulled away from you, lips ghosting over yours, noses touching gently, he whispered, “can we make it official? Will you be my girlfriend?”
You answered his question with a smile and a simple nod before kissing him yet again.
𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎
Suguru considered himself to be quite a gentleman. If he was going to ask you to be his girlfriend, he had to do it properly.
You both had dinner plans for the evening.
A lovely restaurant, a three course meal — the entire romantic scene ready to be experienced.
He couldn’t say he wasn’t nervous. After all, it was you.
You just so happened to be a random woman he met at the grocery store, one who needed help reaching a carton of milk.
He didn’t believe in silly things such as love at first sight, but only a fool would claim that there wasn’t an instant spark. That a connection wasn’t formed the moment you made eye contact.
A thirty minute chat right in the middle of the grocery store led to phone numbers being exchanged, and after getting to know you for four months, he wanted to be yours.
Suguru got his black hair washed and trimmed. He ironed his white button-down shirt and nice black pants. He took a long shower and sprayed cologne.
After greeting you with a bouquet of your favorite flowers and driving you to the restaurant — making sure to open every door for you and pull out your chair — you both started to enjoy the perfect evening, just as he planned it.
Sitting at the dinner table, you took a bite of your delicious meal before you continued to tell a story.
“. . . and my uncle has poor vision, so he accidentally heated up a plate of cranberry sauce instead of mashed potatoes. You should’ve seen the look on his face when he took a bite!”
Suguru laughed and said, “I’d love to meet your family, they seem fun. Is this the same uncle who put cinnamon on his pork chops because he thought it was salt?”
“Sure was,” you took a sip of your beverage. “And you can meet them anytime. I definitely run my mouth about you enough to them. I’m sure they’d love to put a face with your name.”
Suguru reached across the table and grabbed ahold of your warm hand. His thumb stroking your skin softly made your heart simply melt.
“Meeting the parents seems like an important milestone for us, doesn’t it?”
“Yeah, I’d say so.”
“Then I think it’s only right that we give ourselves a title first, if you’d like to.” With a smile — the gorgeous smile that drew you to him intially — Suguru softly said, “getting to know you has made me more happy than anything else ever has. I can’t get over it; I’m a lucky man because I was the one who was standing there when you needed help that day. I want to be yours. No one else’s. So, with that being said, would you like to be my girlfriend, Y/N?”
This time, you were the one with the gorgeous smile. It was the smile that Suguru had started to fall in love with.
“Nothing would make me happier,” you beamed. “I got a boyfriend and buttered rolls all in one night, what a great day.”
As you reached across the table and into the bread basket, Suguru glanced down at your hand. It was too soon, he knew that, but he couldn’t help but imagine what your hand would look like with a wedding ring on your finger.
𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀
Maybe it was the way you weren’t afraid to talk back to him.
Maybe it was your adorable attitude, or the way you viewed him as your equal rather than the king of curses with four arms and an astonishing kill count.
Whatever it was, Sukuna found himself attracted to you, the cute little human who had no business being involved with someone like him.
But here you were.
Sukuna never asked you to be his girlfriend. He simply assumed that you were worthy of such a title after knowing you for a long time.
He sat you on his lap and kissed you for quite a while, only pulling away to say, “you’re mine, do you hear me?” Before reconnecting your lips again.
He was protective over you as well. It was, perhaps, the driving force behind him wanting to claim you as his girlfriend — so he could scare off anyone who might have been interested in you.
However, he found himself loving that word: girlfriend.
He would plant a kiss on your lips and say things such as, “how’s my little girlfriend?” or “what did my girlfriend do today?” and he would forever remember the day you first addressed him as your boyfriend, when you looked at him happily after he took care of your scummy ex, and said, “you’re the best boyfriend in the world.”
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confused-wanderer · 4 months
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No because I can’t be the only one who thinks that the other batkids mess with Damian’s non-existent knowledge of jokes and references. Each of the batkids already has their own niche of bad jokes they love saying. And Damian is just adding fuel to the fire by being an unsuspecting victim:
Dick: Knock knock
Damian *who’s seen Superman and Jon do this all the time* : .. who’s there?
Dick: Nobody
Damian: …nobody.. who?
Dick:
Damian: ?
Dick *keeping a poker face*
Damian: Grayson.. nobody who?
Dick *shaking with silent laughter before walking out of the room*
Damian: .. Grayson has lost what little brain cells he had left. Shame, it was the most anyone had in the family.
Alfred: Master Damian.. it is you who didn’t understand.
Damian: .. what?
Alfred *raises an eyebrow*
Damian:
Damian *realisation dawns*
Damian *marching out of the room while unsheathing his katana*
Alfred: Keep away from the carpet Master Damian.
OR
Jason: You know.. you always see flamingoes sleep with one leg lifted off the ground..why do you think that is?
Damian: .. you pose a good question for once Todd. I suppose it could be a form of protecting body heat.. what is the reason for this?
Jason *wheezing*: It’s ‘cause if they had both legs up they would’ve fallen over.
*doubles over laughing at his own joke*
Damian:
Jason *now fallen over, rolling on the ground*
Damian: This is why Father doesn’t love you.
It has also led to an unintended common ground between him and Tim, who are both just so done with the rest of the family. Stephanie is just waiting for the day Damian realises that Tim references vines almost everyday. She’s sure Tim’s going to lose a kidney when that happens.
Bonus points if Tim already does, but Damian just looks at him weird every time and just chalks it upto another “Tim thing” like:
Tim: .. it is Wednesday my dudes.. *screams*
Damian: … Drake it’s Friday. The only thing you succeed at is disappointing me.
OR
Tim: Do it for the vine.
*jumps into blazing fire with a bomb hidden somewhere in the building about to collapse without informing anyone or taking proper equipment to find said bomb*
Damian: Father told me I must not hate you, but if you were on fire, and I had a glass of water.. I would drink it.
And
Tim *driving while in a high-speed chase with a villain about to summon the end of the world while the car is on fire*: Road work ahead? Uh yeah, I sure hope it does
Damian *over the comms* : Father I fear Drake has more brain damage than he usually does. I have genuine concern for my safety. If I kill him, you should know it’s in self-defence.
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Edit: The first joke is a knock knock joke but when Dick says nobody it means nobody is at the door, so no matter how much you say “nobody who?” you won’t get a reply because there’s no one at the door. Hope this clears it up😅
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flammableheart · 8 months
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I was talking with the GC last night about why Aziraphale looks so damn angry after the kiss, and I think it's about choices - specifically being forced to make a hard choice.
Look how happy Aziraphale is when he tells Crowley what Metatron said. This offer is the best thing ever! Crowley gets to come home and Aziraphale is the one who gets to give him that gift.
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He can make Crowley smile like this again:
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But Crowley says no. He says NO. He won't listen, he doesn't understand. He wants to run away, Aziraphale wants to make a difference. It hurts. It's breaking Aziraphale's heart. But it's Crowley's fault. Crowley is the one walking away. Crowley is the one rejecting him. Aziraphale has the moral high ground.
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And then Crowley flips everything upside down by kissing him. Crowley clings on to him and pours all his love and all his desperation into this kiss.
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Suddenly Aziraphale is the one rejecting Crowley - and Crowley has put him in that position. He can't claim this was Crowley's choice anymore. It's on him now.
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But how can that be? Aziraphale is making the right choice... isn't he? He's the good one, Heaven is the good side, Aziraphale is on the right side. How dare Crowley make it hurt so much? How dare Crowley make him doubt?
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For all that Crowley has always been the one to challenge Aziraphale, Aziraphale has never been able to let go of the idea that Heaven is the side of good and light. Ascending as the Supreme Archangel should be the greatest moment of Aziraphale's existence but Crowley has made it hard. As much as it hurt seeing Crowley walk away, it hurts so much more to be the one walking away from Crowley.
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"Be not faithless, but believing", says the Bible. Crowley has made him doubt, and that's the worst thing he could have done.
Crowley really had it right when he asked how someone so clever could be so stupid.
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peachesofteal · 2 months
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Simple Math / Part 8
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Ghost/Soap/female reader 4.2k words - AO3 Warnings-tags: 18+ MDNI. No smut. Graphic domestic violence, physical abuse, choking. Non consensual kissing. Hospital setting, nurse!reader, medical inaccuracies. Drowning metaphors. Strong feelings of self loathing, despair, fear, anxiety. Suicidal ideation. Crying. Panic attacks. Bun is unraveling. Comfort. Protective Simon and Johnny. Things are happening.
The girl in the mirror hates you.
It’s easy to tell, by the way she stares, how her eyes glow in the yellow fluorescents of the staff bathroom.
You make her sick.
Your weakness, your stupidity, has cost her, again. As if it hasn’t cost her enough at this point, as if it hasn’t drained her dry over and over until she thought she would die.
Until she thought she wanted to die. 
Someone knocks on the bathroom door.
“Occupied.” You snap, and they huff, turning away to go who knows where.
You peek back over to the girl in the mirror. She still stares at you in disdain, but now it’s more expectant, more… intrigued, like she’s asking, well… what are you going to do?
“What are you going to do, sugar?” Phillip’s hands tighten around your neck, white teeth gleaming in the afternoon sun of your apartment. The sound of your windpipe being crushed echoes inside your eardrums, and you flail uselessly, struggling, kicking and hissing and crying to no avail. “Where are you going to run next?” Black spiderweb strings along the outside of your vision, and your palm slaps against his forearm, a pathetic endeavor, as always.
He’s too strong. Too determined. 
You’re an ant. He’s a shoe. 
You’re an early high school grad, on an academic scholarship at school your mom couldn’t afford, and he’s the charismatic grandson of a Texan oil tycoon, the son of a judge, living in a fancy house without roommates in the city.
You want to be a doctor. He wants a housewife. 
You want to be a mother; he promises to beat them out of you. 
You want a life in the sun. He wants to become a shadow himself. 
“Phillip.” You wheeze, air snaking through your teeth. He lowers his ear, like he can’t hear you, a mocking bow that you know he relishes. 
“What’s that?” 
“Can’t- breathe-“ The sigh that answers you is what you imagine a disappointed father sounds like, followed by a tsk, an over developed dramatic show that you’ve come to know so well, and he throws you to the ground in one motion, shoulder smacking against the hard wood floor. 
There’s a tear of muscle. An immediate soreness. Stars dance in your vision. 
“Gotta hand it to you, princess. You were hard to find this time.” 
You don’t have an answer for the girl in mirror.
Even with the turtleneck and the very good makeup, it’s bad. There is no doubt, someone will notice.
And then there will be questions. Nonstop questions, personal questions, private questions. Questions from your boss and an HR rep behind a closed door somewhere, invasive, mandated reporting, logical questions that you must have answers for.
You chew your lip.
It’s not so obvious, maybe, with the turtleneck. The long sleeve under your scrub top covers the tender flesh on your neck, your shoulder, your forearm. It’s second nature, how easily you hide, how perfectly they tuck away, little stories beaten into your skin for no one else but you to feel.
Except for your orbital and cheek bones. 
These are blatant. The ball cap pulled down over most of your face hid them well enough on your way in but now... inflamed, angry skin swells beneath your eye, and while it looks okay, you guess, when you get close, it’s obvious that something is wrong. The foundation and failed attempt at contour can only do so much.
It’s shocking to realize you’re actually mad at him for it.
For being so impulsive.
So sloppy.
But then again, wasn’t that your fault? 
You’re bold. Bolder than ever before. Closer to the top of your breaking point now, angry and beaten down and dying in the black of a bottomless pit. Unable to escape. Unable to climb out. 
You’ve been falling inside it for years, and it’s all you ever do. 
Fall. 
And you’re so, so tired. All you want, is for it to end. 
“That was sick, even for you, Phillip. What are you, some kind of freak? Jerking off all over your ex girlfriend’s-“ The backhand is swift. It rockets across your face, combination of it’s force and the sting making your head spin, and you stumble. 
When you lurch, he presses close, chest to your side, strong fingers digging into your forearm so tight it hurts. 
“Don’t say that.” His lips drag across your cheek, insult to injury where he struck you. They press together in a kiss, a foul, rancid piece of affection, making your stomach turn.“You know I don’t when you call yourself that. I don’t like when you lie, sweet thing. It’s not very nice.”
“It’s not a lie, you Texarkana hillbilly fuck, it’s the tru-“ You’re up against the wall in a single movement, arm twisted so hard you cry out, and he shoves you into place until he’s got you where he likes, face to face, nose to nose. 
“There’s my spitfire. Knew she was in there somewhere.” The nickname almost makes your retch. It’s a flicker of a memory, of yourself before the grave of your now life, the fateful twist that is Phillip Graves. 
“I hate you.” You spit. His eye twitches, and he looks every bit the insane man you know him to be. 
Because this... this is Phillip having fun. This is Phillip playing with his food. Phillip and his toy. 
This is not Phillip’s crazed rage. This is not suit and tie Phillip, rip your hair out from the roots Phillip, beat you until you’re unrecognizable Phillip. 
This isn’t the Phillip who slaughters innocent people. Who murders entire towns for pleasure. 
For a very short moment, your mind drifts to Simon and Johnny. You wonder what they’re doing right now, if they’ve already had their lunch, if Penny visited today. If maybe she napped with her Da safe and snuggled, sweet and asleep dreaming of sugar plums. You think about the light in Johnny’s eyes from last night, the way he looked at his daughter, and Simon, and even you. You remember the press of Simon’s mask covered lips on your forehead, a sweet, comforting piece of affection that you’ve already locked inside your heart. 
You float there. In those feelings, those memories. 
You wish they were here. You wish they could help you. 
The acknowledgement is terrifying. It happens so fast, hardly a second, but in that time, horror shivers down your spine. 
You’d put them in danger, for yourself. Your selfish, stupid self. 
Phillip’s mouth hovers over yours, and you swallow the gag rising in your throat. 
“I can’t stay.” He whispers, pseudo-gentle kisses adorning your nose, your cheek again. “It’s really rotten luck, honestly, you showing back up here today. I was just saying my see you laters.” You’re not religious, but the thoughts come easily regardless. Oh god, thank god. Thank fucking god. You have a chance.“I know you’ll be here when I get back, won’t you? I’m tired of chasing you around the world, sugar.” He gives you another wet, closed lip kiss, and your jaw trembles. “If you’re not, it’ll be that much worse for ya.”
You can do this.
It’s not anything you haven’t done before.
Deep breath. You can do this. 
Stepping outside the bathroom is like taking your first steps as a child. You’re slow, pushing through the burn in your side, the sore agony in your shoulder, the torn cartilage you’re sure is the cause the of the pain in your shoulder.
You can do this. 
Get it together. Get yourself together. You’re not going far. 
You make it down the hall without running into anyone, and once you reach the on-call room, you’re breathing long sighs of relief, sliding the lock into place after the door shuts behind your back.
Two black duffels sit on the floor, staring at you. Mocking you, just like the girl in the mirror.
What are you going to do? 
The receptionist is calling your name. 
You ignore her, trying to make it to the elevators, almost breaking into a run even though you’re in pain, your face throbbing, neck sore beyond belief. 
“Sorry, can you-“ Intercepted on your path, she gasps. “Oh my god, what happened?” 
“I was mugged.” It’s a point-blank response, even though you sound like a frog or a piece of roadkill, and it brokers no argument. You look at her with the flattest gaze imaginable, dissuading her from saying anything else. 
“I- I’m sorry. We’ve been trying to call you.” The hair on the back of your neck rises.
“For what?” 
“We need your room. There’s been a block reserved, and it includes the floor you're on. I'm... sorry.” You’re not able to contain your shock, mouth dropping open, heart cracking into tiny pieces. 
On top of everything. Now this. 
The receptionist peeks at you nervously, waiting on pins and needles for a response. 
“When?”
“Tomorrow morning, I’m afraid. I’m so sorry. The hotel apologizes, the block is paying for a higher rate and-“ 
“It’s fine, really. I needed to check out anyway.” You know it’s not her fault. Hell, you’d be surprised if it wasn’t the hotel’s fault either. It’s not like Phillip wouldn’t move heaven and earth to force you out of hiding. He's more than capable of finding out where you’re staying. 
She gives you another apologetic look before scurrying away, and the elevator doors finally enclose around you, a tidal wave of despair swelling in your heart, dropping you to your knees with gut wrenching sobs.
You’re crying again. Curled up in the on-call bed, your shoulders shake in hysteria, tears and panic overwhelming everything you have left, swallowing you until you can’t see the surface anymore.
Your throat burns. Breathing is like rubbing sandpaper down the back of your tongue, and you wheeze when you try to take deep breaths, shoulder shrieking in misery every time you shift.
You have to get it together. You have to work in an hour. 
But you can’t. You dig deep and try, desperately working to pull something forward, something sane and controlled, but there’s nothing to be found, only acid in your throat. The hysteria mounts. It catches the wind and flies down the hill, crashing into you over and over until your hands are clenched together so tight, even they hurt.
You fucking idiot. You waited too long. You ran out of time. 
You’re dead. 
“Oh my god.” Nia covers her mouth, eyes wide. You hold up a palm.
“It looks way worse than it actually is.” Another nurse peeks around her shoulder, and gasps.
“What happened to you?”
“I was mugged yesterday, getting off the train.”
“Oh my god!”
“I’m fine. Really.”
“Did you tell the police?”
“Yes, I did.” You assuage them to the best of your ability, reassuring their worry. “I filed a report, and they didn’t get anything important. I’m okay. Really.” And then the kicker: “I would tell you if I wasn’t.” You glance at everyone, four or five now, gathered around, and lay on the final piece of the puzzle. False familiarity and the ever present desire to be relevant. “Wouldn’t I, Nia?” You gesture around to expectant faces as if to say, tell them, and she readily agrees.
“Yeah, she totally would.”
Everyone pretty much leaves you alone after that. Patients need checks, meds, all of the usual stuff. You assure Nia once more in private, promising that you’re okay, and she reluctantly leaves you alone too, once you swear up and down.
The only thing that doesn’t leave you alone, is your cellphone.
>Hey, just wanted to check in, see how your day off was yesterday? 
>Bunny :)
There are a few others, alternating like above, Simon first, then Johnny. Asking if you got some rest, if you’re okay, and then a promise not to push.
You ignore them.
You ignore the feeling in your chest at the sight of their incoming text messages, the proof of their care.
You ignore the way it feels to know they’re only a floor below you.
You ignore the fact that when you got here today, all you wanted to do was run to Johnny’s room and settle in that chair next to his bed, curl up close to them, where there’s love, where there’s warmth. 
You ignore it at all.
Get it together. You have a job to do. 
Simon appears at the pit three hours into your shift. There’s no one around, everyone trying to take breaks, cover breaks, or deal with whatever emergency is happening in the moment, except you.
And when you round the corner and spot him, waiting, it takes your breath away.
Half of your reaction is pure fear. The last thing you want is for him to see you like this. Beaten. Broken. Ugly.  
The other half is… something pure. Something enamored. He came up here, why? Is he worried because you didn’t answer? Do they care? 
Still-
You start to turn on your heel, eyes flipping wide and panic startling your heart. You’re barely a shadow, a clip of a person on the other end of the hall and yet-
“Hey, there you are.”
Fuck. The acid starts to rise all over again. You keep your face tilted down towards the floor.
Maybe you can pretend you don’t hear him. You leap back around the corner, practically running towards the on-call room, where your life sits in two black bags, waiting.
You can’t do this. You can’t face them, let them see. 
Something desperate gnaws in the pit of your soul, a howl that begs you to turn back and let him in, let them both in, tell them everything.
It’s selfish, and cruel.
It’s unfair.
He calls your name. You still don’t answer. Your scrub pants swish together as you jog, trying to get away, but the effort is in vain. He’s too quick, long strides overtaking yours at a brisk walk, and just before you reach the door, he positions his body in front of the handle, an immovable wall.
There’s a long moment of silence. You stare up into his face, wide eyed, horrified.
You know what he’s seeing. A failure. A moron. A mess. 
To his credit, his expression does not change. His brow does not furrow. He only stares at you, frozen, slow thawing fury finally glowing in his eyes after a centuries’ long minute.
He reaches, time standing still, the back of his fingers stroking the lightest touch against your tender cheek, and his voice is almost unrecognizable behind the mask when he snarls,
“Who did this to you?”
The tears come in a flood. You don’t understand why the breakdown comes in this moment, why everything crashes into a million little pieces, until you feel a strong, careful arm around your shoulders, pulling you into a broad, warm chest, face tenderly nestled into a black hoodie. It feels… safe. Like a home you haven’t had in a long, long time. Like something you never thought you’d feel again.
Maybe it’s a moment of weakness. Maybe it’s your downfall, another thing for the girl in the mirror to be angry with you about, you’re not sure. You’re not sure about anything except this feeling, this feeling that lights up your heart in an explosion of fireworks, fear and panic and anxiety soothing into sadness, into a homesick feeling for a love, a life you’ve never had.
Maybe it’s a moment of weakness, when you sob his name, when you go limp against him and he holds you steady, a cheek atop your head, soft words washing over you in a whisper.
Maybe it’s a moment of weakness, but right now, you can’t seem to care.
Johnny is distraught.
Simon brings you into his room, still tucked into his side. He’s careful with you, telegraphing all his movements, letting you know where he’s going, reverence rich in his touch like he’s handling glass.
“What in the-“
“Bun says she was mugged.” Simon tells him, and you miss whatever is happening over your bowed head, hands shaking with nerves all over again. “She assures me she’s not hurt but-“
“I’m fine.” You croak, and Johnny jerks, mouth half open in disbelief. The light is dim, casting short shadow across his face, his sweet eyes drenched in worry, and you stand at the foot of his bed, tears waiting on your waterline. “I’m okay, they didn’t really get anything, and I-“
“Come here.” He cuts you off, raising both arms, extending them as wide as he can manage, scooting his hips to the side. It’s a feat, but he hides the grimace of pain well. When you don't budge, he repeats himself, firmly the second time. “Bunny. Come here.”
The shame burns, entrenched in you so deep, you know you’ll never be able to cut it out, and your tears fall unbidden, encouraged by the hollow feeling in the pit of your stomach, your heart, an ache that you need soothed so desperately.
You’re out of control. You’re losing your grip. 
You had a moment of weakness but this… this is too much. 
“Please, pretty girl.” He whispers, reaching you where no one else can. Speaking to you through the fog of your doubt, your hatred, your fear.
Your hands shake as you reach for his, and when you sit beside him, hip to thigh, he looks at you like he’s staring at someone other than the person who used to be his nurse. He’s looking at you the way you catch him looking at Simon sometimes. Bright gaze full of love. Of worry.
“I’m okay.”
“No, ye’re not.” He shakes his head. “Ye’re not. This is not okay.” The way he says it feels like he knows, like he understands, and you swallow dry, breathing ragged and shallow. It turns frantic, and he squeezes your knee gently, redirecting your attention. “Hey, shhh. It’s okay. Ye’re safe with us.” Simon sits on the arm of the chair, directly next to the bed.
“Do you need to count your breaths?” He cuts directly to the quick. Will this provide you relief? Will this stop the pain? The agony? 
No. 
“N-no.” You gasp.
“Okay. Just try to breathe, everything’s alright."
I’m s-sorry. I’m sorry. It’s just this- this happened and then I found out I had to find a new place to stay, and I st-still haven’t, so I have to sleep in the on call room, and I don’t-“
“Whoa, okay. Slow down.” Simon soothes, hand slowly sliding up and down your spine. You relax into it, marginally, clocking the subtle upward tick of Johnny’s lips, firm line shifting into a small smile, and then turning cross. 
“What do ye mean, ye dinnae have a place to stay?”
“My apartment-“ is trashed. Is a scene of a crime. Is a hollow rib cage housing a dead heart. “is being renovated so I’ve been living in a hotel,” Johnny nods, like he knows. Of course he does. What secrets do they have between? Probably none. “But someone reserved a whole block and there’s no vacancies, so I had to check out this morning.” It’s pathetic, the way you’re crying over this, the way you feel, but it’s all so forlorn in this moment, and you can't stop yourself from falling deeper and deeper into a well of despair, hopelessness dragging you to the bottom, trying to drown you. “It’s not a big deal but-“
“It is a big deal.” Johnny declares. “Ye had somethin’ horrible happen to ye, and now this on top of it?” Simon shifts, flat palm and fingers pushing down through the air, and you barely catch it from the corner of the eye. It’s the same kind of sign you give someone when you want them to slow down, and you blink.
What’re you doing?  
“I… I’m fine.” You wince at the croak in your voice, last menthol infused cough drop wearing off, bringing back the raw pain in your windpipe, the gravel grit of bruising in your voice.
“It’s okay to be upset, bun. Anyone would be.” You wipe your face, chasing away the tracks of tears and trying not to wince when you straighten your back.
“I know, but I’m okay. Really.”
“Ye cannae stay in an on-call room.” What?
“Oh… it’s fine. It,” wouldn’t be the first time. “It’s not a big deal.” Simon is watching you, focused with that same blazing intensity that feels like he’s digging around inside your skull. 
“Why don’t you stay with us?”
“What?” You blurt. “No. No, I… I couldn’t. It’s not-“
“Appropriate?” Simon finishes, head cocked. “Johnny isn’t your patient anymore.”
“And we have plenty o’ room. Penny’s still staying with Price’s a lot, because Simon’s here all the time, so it’d be nice and quiet for ye.” Say no. Tell them no.
“I couldn’t. It’s… you hardly know me. You’d invite me to live in your house?” Incredulously, you stare at them, flicking back and forth between two expectant, understanding faces.
“We know ye. Ye try to hide yerself from us, bun, but… ye cannae. Ye light up every room ye step foot in, and I dinnae think we would have made it through this without ye. Ye’re special to us, even if ye cannae accept it.” He winks. “Yet.”
“We want to help, sweetheart. Let us help you.” You’re between a rock and a hard place. An immovable force, and object. Two wills, locking in around you.
But instead of a cage, it’s warm. It’s gentle. It’s… safe.
“I couldn’t encroach.” You’re on autopilot, mouth making sounds that your heart protests. Simon sighs.
“You’re not encroaching. We’re inviting you.”
You would be putting them in danger. 
“I… I can’t.”
“Why?” Johnny’s still got his hand on yours, and he squeezes, carefully. “Talk to us, bunny.”
“Tell us what’s really going on.” Simon is grave, and for a second, air gets stuck in your lungs, fighting to escape.
You cannot tell them. No matter what. You can’t. The turtleneck is too tight, cotton and polyester scratching at your sore skin, and you shiver.
“There… there’s n-nothing going on. What if the people that mugged me,“ come back to finish the job? Track me down? Words die on your tongue, the lamest attempt to push them back withering away. Simon is having none of it.
“We’re special forces, love. No one is going to get to you while you’re with us." He pauses, trapping you, holding you in stasis, and when he repeats himself, it's a dark vow, a promise. "No one.”
If you do this. You have to tell them.
You can trust them. They’ve proven that so far, haven’t they? 
You hardly know them. 
But isn’t that better? 
“I…” Your hand raises instinctively to your throat, and Johnny’s eyes narrow.
“Bunny.” He leans forward at the waist, slow as to not hurt himself, and you sit, frozen, bug eyed, transfixed on his hand that are stretching towards your turtleneck.
You should stop him. You should tell him to back off. You should do something. 
You can't. You don't. You sit there, waiting for the discovery. Waiting for the shame. 
Once he hooks his pointer finger in the top and tugs, it’s over.
Your heart stops in your chest. Johnny burns, dragon flame and rage, incineration boiling over in his body.
“Bleedin’ christ.” He hisses.
“Fucking hell.” Simon echoes, and you close your eyes. You know the tender skin looks bad. Swollen. Angry.
“Please.” You whisper, lower lip quivering, floodgates trying to burst into pieces. “Please I… I can’t talk about it. I c-can’t, I can’t-“
“Okay, okay. Shh, it’s okay. You’re safe now, sweetheart. You’re safe.” You’re crying violently, unable to see, trying to rasp out apologies, and Simon stands, tucking you back into his chest, big hand on the back of your head. Johnny keeps his touch at your back, consistent, reassuring pressure that rubs from the top of your spine down, and he hums delicate, affectionate phrases lilting in heavy Scots’.
The girl in the mirror screams at you inside your head. She calls you a fool. A coward. She tells you the truth, that you’ll only get them hurt, that you know better.
You don’t disagree with a single thing. You know all this to be true.
But for a moment… would it be so bad to indulge? To have one- two good things in your life, even if it’s fleeting. Even if you know how it will end, can you not just have this for yourself, in this suspended moment of time, this chance?
You want it. Them. So desperately, it swells and aches and tugs at you, just as they do.
Time ticks forward, and you do not pull away. You don't try to hide, or evade. You just... exist. Between them. The rock and the hard place. 
“Alright?” Simon murmurs, your tears now stopped, only delicate sniffles sounding from his chest. You nod, shifting backward to take them both in.
“I… if you’ll have me, I’ll… I’ll stay, until I can find a place.” Inky dark shadow flickers across Simon’s face, but sunlight chases it away, happiness crinkling at the corners of his eyes.
“Are ye sure?” Johnny is hopeful, bright, and beautiful, and you tighten your grasp on his hand, holding it like you’ll never let go. You take a deep breath-
You take the plunge.
A moment in the sun. 
“I’m sure.”
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ponderingmoonlight · 29 days
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Ryomen Sukuna getting on his knees for his wife
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Pairing: Sukuna x wife!reader
Word Count: 1,2k
Synopsis: For more than 500 years, you waited for your husband's return. When he finally shows himself again in Shibuya, he can't help but worship his wife the way she deserves it
Warnings: no smut but this is a tease y'all, language, violence, Jogo (lmao), this is just Sukuna hehe
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You can’t help but smile to yourself, the intoxicating smell of death and agony filling you with nothing but joy. Oh, how much you long to finally see your husband again, to feel his arms wrapped around your body. How long has it been since you’ve last seen him? A few hundred years, maybe more. They were too keen to keep him from finding a new vessel, to come back into your open arms. But you’ve waited.
A huff escapes your lips. And now is finally the time to greet him again.
Without gifting them a single look, you walk past all those disgusting humans begging for their lives, the floor plastered in crimson. Is he responsible for this?
“Such a mess”, you mutter to yourself, a shiver of excitement running down your spine.
It has to be him, without any doubt. When you heard about his awakening, felt the fear that ran through the jujutsu community, you knew it was Sukuna. Good that brat decided to swallow his fingers you preserved so carefully for this exact moment.
You stroll into the train station of Shibuya that radiates so much unpromising energy that it’s hard to keep your cool composure. Where is he? What is he doing? Surely, he has a masterplan in his head already. But where is he?
“You.”
With a swift motion, you pin the strongest curse nearby against a wall, staring right into his widen eye.
You. Jogo has no idea who you are and where you came from. But he didn’t feel your presence until know, wasn’t even able to see you with your movements being so fast. Are you a special grade curse?
No, you have to be way above that level – way above him.
“Who are you?”
“You’re not in the position to ask questions. Where’s Sukuna?”
That threatening tone in your voice along with the sheer power you radiate. You…You…
Are you the queen of curses, Sukuna’s wife?
“I’m…I’m searching for him as well.”
It’s a miracle Jogo was able to press out a response, given the way your eyes are darted towards him. There were always rumours about your existence, that the king of curses himself has in fact a wife. But no one ever saw you, no one really believes that someone like him would fall for something pathetic like love.
“Then go ahead. I’m waiting.”
But oh he does. Your sheer presence is proof alone. His feet carry him down the hallways of Shibuya train station by themselves, the frightening sound of your sky-high heels against the floor sending shivers down his spine in waterfalls. One wrong movement, one unthoughtful word, one change of mind and he’s dead. Wiped from this earth forever with a swift motion of your little finger.
“Why are you searching for him, curse?”
Jogo swallows hard, thick fear running through his veins. What is he supposed to do? Lying? No, the chance of you knowing immediately is too high. He can’t afford your resentment.
“I would like to ask him to fight on our side.”
A cruel laughter escapes your lips before he even finished his sentence, cold eyes glaring at the back of his head.
“Listen sweetheart, Sukuna doesn’t do things like favours. But you know what? If you manage to find him, I’ll talk to him about this. After all, you’re here to kill these jujutsu sorcerers, right?”
He doesn’t reply when it hits you with full force. The stinging presence you missed so much these last decades, the unpromising change in the air. You and the curse in front of you stop in your tracks at the same time, eyes darting towards two girls who kneel on the ground.
Above a pink-haired boy, feeding him fingers.
His fingers.
Finally.
“Get away from my husband, girls. He’s already taken.”
A little movement of your fingers is enough to shoot them right into the next wall while you make your way to the puny figure leaning against the wall.
“Take care of them, curse. I need to look after my husband.”
Your usual composed heart almost beats out of your chest when you come near him, the power vibrating through his body becoming stronger and stronger every second. This is it, the moment you’ve been waiting for.
“Wake up, Mr. Drama. Your wife missed you”, you purr while placing your hand around his delicate neck.
Oh, the way his blood pumps through his veins, the feeling of his useless heartbeat against your tingling fingertips.
“I’m getting impatient, Sukuna.”
Your nails dig into his tender flesh until a trail of blood runs down his neck.
“So impatient…”
Suddenly, you find yourself pressed against the wall Sukuna was laying against just a moment ago, a hand wrapped around your neck.
And then you meet his eyes. The stone-cold red eyes that already caused so much pain, eyes that make every human cry out in sheer panic.
The eyes you longed for every lonely night.
“But I will forgive you. After all, I was gone for quite some time. Right, princess?”
“I’m not your princess”, you mumble against the force of his hand.
Your wrap your longing arms around his neck, pull him even closer, let him choke you even harder. Oh, you want to swallow him whole, want to feel him as close as possible. With a swift motion, you tear away the fabric that hides his upper body from your gaze.
“I’m your queen.”
Sukuna doesn’t waste another minute. His lips find yours. Longingly, passionate, so intense that you threaten to lose balance. His tongue re-discovers your mouth all over again, teeth nibbling on your lips so roughly that blood spills.
“Oh, how much I missed you”, he mumbles against your lips.
His hands roam around your body, hold your waist in place while he gets lost against your intoxicating mouth. The mouth he thought about all this time, the mouth that is capable of doing way more than talking.
“How much I longed to see you again.”
The king of curses gets on his knees, presses his head against your belly, cups your butt with his needy hands.
“Let me worship every inch of your body.”
“Just like you should for keeping me waiting”, you breathe out, a satisfied smile decorating your puffy lips.
“I will make it up to you, darling. When I’m done here, I’m all yours again”, he promises with low voice, still kneeling in front of you.
The world around you goes silent, both girls and Jogo staring at the scene in front of them in sheer disbelief. Is this the king of curses, kneeling in front of a woman and apologizing? This is absolutely impossible, almost absurd.
“You’re always mine, Sukuna”, you reply before pulling him up and getting a taste of him all over again.
“But before that, we should kill everyone around here, am I right?”
His breath caresses your cheek in sheer excitement, eyes soaking you up.
“That’s my wife.”
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Imagine | Mine (Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen)
Imagine Feyd discovering that someone has dared to harm what’s his.
Word Count: 1,574
Warnings: possessive!Feyd, objectification, blood, murder, (Feyd is his own psychotic warning in himself to be honest.)
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Na-Baron Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen is not known for his mercy.
Ask anyone in the universe who has heard even a whisper of House Harkonnen, and they will warn to tread carefully when dealing with them. If you value your life, you wouldn't even get near them.
And everyone knows Feyd-Rautha is one of the best examples of Harkonnen rage and violence, second only to his uncle, the Baron.
Renowned for his physical prowess as a fighter, his insatiable lust for blood and death, and his determination to rise in power and favour, he is a force to be reckoned with.
So why would anyone dare go against him?
He finds himself asking this as he looks upon your form, head bowed and turned slightly away from him. Hiding something.
Gracefully and predatory as a panther, he approaches you slowly.
"My darling.." his voice rasps.
Normally you greet him immediately, recognizing his footfalls from down the hall. You would smile at your na-Baron and ask him how his day went if you did not spend it with him.
You are oddly subdued tonight.
His eyes, always searching, follow a drop which falls from your cheek, landing on the cold concrete floor. Instantly, he is before you, grasping your chin in his strong hand. He tilts your head up, none too gently, and examines your tear-stained face.
"What happened?" His already raspy voice is deeper, darker.
Feyd is no stranger to your tears. In fact, he often revels in their presence, trying all sorts of things to make you cry. But he hasn't done anything to illicit that response today.
When you don't offer an answer right away, his grip tightens, squishing your cheeks together.
"Speak."
His voice holds no room for disobedience. You nod your head and he releases you, stepping back slightly.
You shake slightly as you begin, "I am sorry, na-Baron."
Feyd's anger is growing. You only call him that in public or when you are disturbed.
"Do not apologize. Explain," he can't stop himself from hissing.
"I took a walk today," you begin slowly. "Just to the training grounds to see if you were there. But I didn't see you so I walked back. He stopped me and-"
"'He'?" Feyd echoes.
"Richter," you supply the name of one of the Baron's top generals. "He grabbed me and said I was a no-good whore who should've been disposed of long ago."
Anger swirls with Feyd's chest at this news. Of course, many people have said harsh and often cruel things to you. But you always kept your head high and ignored the jabs. You’re always so strong.
This is different, he can tell.
"What else? You are not one to cry over a mere insult," he brings his hand up to swipe a tear from your soft cheek. You lean into his touch, relishing in its familiarity.
You inhale deeply, "He struck me without warning, na-Baron."
In his oft colourless word, all Feyd now sees is red.
"Where?" His voice is so low it's almost impossible to hear.
You shake as you lower the collar of your dress to reveal a swollen area on your shoulder, "Here."
His dark eyes flicker to yours, bidding you to continue.
You move your hand to your face and gently touch your tearstained cheek, "And here."
Feyd's hand clenches into a fist. He bends closer to examine your face, noting the slight swelling and the way you bow your head. He places his hand on the back of your head, angling your face upwards. A featherlight kiss is applied to your skin so softly you can barely feel it.
Your master and lover rises to his full height, "Rest my darling, I shall return shortly."
He turns to leave but you reach out and grab his arm. Feyd stops and turns to stare at you.
"Please, na-Baron. Don't hurt him."
He scowls at your request, "He has hurt you. Death is his reward."
"He has done nothing that you have not," you say. "I have known worse pain from your own hands.”
Feyd shakes his head and grips your arms, dragging you forward to stand with your bodies touching.
"Only I can touch what's mine. Only I can hurt you how I see fit. You take the pain only I give you." He dips his head close to your ear, breath sending shivers down your spine. “Do you understand?”
"Of course, my lord na-Baron," your voice is breathy.
You are intoxicated by his closeness, the dangerous poise with which he caries himself, the possessiveness of his words and the truth of them.
"Say it."
"I'm yours alone, Feyd."
He crashes his lips onto yours, teeth clashing and lips bruising from the force of it. His hand squeezes your neck as he kisses you. When he finally parts, leaving you breathless, he takes a moment to admire you. His thumb brushes against your lips before he turns once more.
"That swine sealed his fate when he laid hands on what's mine," Feyd growls as he stalks out of the room.
He returns mere minutes later, dragging an incredibly nervous Richter behind him. With a violent shove, he pushes the frightened man to stand before you.
"I heard you disrespected my darling," Feyd points to the floor. "Kneel."
Richter obeys without hesitation. He knows how quick Feyd is to anger… and how few survive it.
"Kiss her shoe."
The man's eyes flicker to yours.
"Now," Feyd places his foot on Richter's back, forcing him down.
Shakily, he presses his lips to your shoe with a mumbled apology. It does nothing to sate Feyd-Rautha's wrath.
With practised ease, Feyd lands a harsh kick to the man's ribs. He repeats the action until the man is a sobbing mess splayed before your feet like an offering.
You regard him coldly, remembering the bite of his hand across your face.
“Please! Please forgive me, my lord!” Richter manages to sob coherent words. Spit and blood dribbles from his mouth pathetically.
“You have insulted me,” Feyd states. “Hurt what’s mine, belittled what’s mine.”
The man’s hand reaches towards your foot, as if you could spare him from the savage that is Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen.
Feyd crushes his hand beneath his shoe, grinding down eliciting a whimper of pain, as he steps before you and above his prey.
He is regal in his violence, eyes shining with possessive obsession.
“Dear one,” he places his hand on your arm before handing you one of his blades. “Help me.”
He smirks as you grip the knife tightly. Your eyes meet his.
Feyd knows you’d do anything he asked of you, just as he knows he’d burn the universe to ashes if you asked him too.
“Of course, my lord,” you say, kneeling by the hurt man. “If it pleases you.”
Feyd’s grin reveals blackened teeth, “You please me, dearest. Now, make him suffer for insulting me and mine.”
The first cut is shallow, uncertain as it travels down the man’s bare arm. Feyd tsks his disapproval.
You adjust your grip and slash again, quickly this time, hitting deep and pointedly. The man screams out and thrashes, but Feyd is upon him in a second. He holds Richter still as you unleash your rage upon him.
Feyd watches you draw blood with a pleasure he’s never experienced before. Relishing in your bared teeth and angry snarls, he commits this to his memory.
He halts your hand as the man ceases his thrashing. With a predatory smile, Feyd guides your hand with his, penetrating the blade deep into the man’s throat.
You watch the man loose his life, as you pant with exertion.
“You have done well, my pet,” Feyd praises, removing the knife from your hand and tossing it aside. He places his hand atop your head.
“Thank you, Feyd.”
He moves his hand down your back and presses his face into your blood stained neck, inhaling deeply. Your hands come around to grasp his shoulders, bringing him close to you. He wraps his strong arms around you, holding you like a lover would.
When he sits up, you lunge forward, capturing his lips with yours. Ignoring the blood and the dead body on the floor, you guide Feyd towards the bed, hands leaving bloody marks on his pale skin.
“Please let me repay you,” you beg, tugging at his shirt. “Allow me to repent.”
“You don’t need to repent, love. But you can keep begging.”
He allows you to disrobe him and press him down onto the soft bedding.
In all honesty, Feyd craves this battle of dominance between you. He could overpower you in an instant, yet the hold you have over him has him bending to your will.
You need only beg and he would take a knee and worship at your feet.
And you know it.
You know he craves this, needs it like an addict. He adores the pain you can lavish upon him, adores the meek demeanour you show to everyone else, adores the side of you that matches his own carnal desires tenfold, adores the way you gladly bleed for him.
He adores you.
And you worship each other in a wicked ritual of blood, sweat, and tears each night.
And he’d never let anyone take this away from him- take you away from him.
He’d kill anyone who dared try.
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[A/n- thanks for reading! Please let me know if you liked it :)]
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